On our way around the lake today, we encountered a few intrepid bicyclists.
Many were obviously well seasoned as they had, what appeared to be, expensive bikes and expensive lycra outfits.
This fella was shirtless (topless, topfree, bare chested, etc) and had his light blue twill/chino shorts on, no hat.
His bike, on the front of the Jeep, looks to be a 30-40 year old design, perhaps his Mom's or other relative.
We passed him a few times, as we'd stop and spend time at a viewpoint; he'd pass us.
Then we passed him on the road again, and got to where we were waving at each other...
The last time we passed him, now with the shirt on, he was making the final steep climb to the lodge area.
And...
we found him again. We stopped and chatted a few moments, he said that last haul about killed him.
It was obvious.