the last, rider on the course.Last. Place.I looked at him blankly with my mouth open.After some awkward silence, he timidly offered to throw my bike in his truck and drive me down to the finish line if I wanted.I hated him for offering.
The devil’s advocate in me salivated at the idea of giving up. It would be so easy. His truck was right there. I could almost feel the air conditioning on my sunburned face.