"He was the last person I thought would get married," Shane told me at Bruce's bachelor ride on some secret singletrack along Austin's Barton Creek Greenbelt. There were supposed to be six of us, but Augur and Jaime bailed out. As we neared the hippie hole, Shane received an urgent call: he needed to move a washing machine. Three of us were left. Then, John from Ozone lost his chain on a descent. So, Bruce and I dutifully climbed out of the canyon and headed back to the apartment. A half-baked ride, but a lot of fun nonetheless.
