OK - 10:30. I relented. He drove a hard bargain - demanding the alpine start in exchange letting me shoot him on some new route extensions that he'd promptly down-grade upon clipping the chains. I even had to throw a futon into the bargain - GQ doesn't happen if you sleep on crashpads. Girlfriends won't visit either. It was non-negotiable.
When I got to the parking lot he was already there - sleeping at the wheel. Obnoxious honking had the intended effect. He popped awake and out of the wagon. I pulled out my climbing/camera pack and he asked if the frame would fit with his bike in the back. He planned to ride down - before posing down - because his knee was busted. The life of a model isn't always glamorous. I demurred and noticed his sweet bike - I needed to get some shots for FIXE.
Starting down the road into the gorge, I turned and noticed him still hanging out next to the bike.
Are you coming?
Yeah - go on ahead though.
I go really fast.
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