He circled around to say hello before heading up the mountain. I unloaded and started my pursuit. I caught up with him and it was nice to have someone to talk to on this late afternoon ride.
Wayne and I go way back. After high school, Wayne's son, Chris, and I packed our bikes and headed up to Mammoth Mountain for the 1994 Reebok Eliminator. Wayne and the rest of his family came up a few days after.
Wayne's son, Chris, and I were acquaintances in HS and it was by chance I meet him while riding Marshal Canyon. Our common love of bikes brought us to Mammoth Mountain and after that I kept in touch with him and his family throughout the years.
Chris now lives in France with his lovely wife and two children. Wayne, still a local of the foothills, can be seen riding up GMR once or twice a week. Every once in a while, our paths cross. Either me heading up and Wayne heading down or vice-verse. But on Tuesday, we were heading in the same direction ... up.
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