I’m not one to make excuses, and in fact I may not have made it up to the tippy top of Fargo Street this morning even if the gentleman I’m approaching hadn’t ever been born. Nevertheless in the quick vidclip below you’ll see him stopped perpindicular to the curb after aborting his attempt during the annual cycling event up one of the steepest streets in Los Angeles. And in doing so not only has he opted to block the course (and my path up it) in one of the most egregious ways, but he’s also decided there was no need to get the fuck out of my way. Thus he got in my way and thus I didn’t make it to the top. Or at least a few more feet past him.
I tried a second time and with no human obstacles I made it a few feet farther, but lost my balance on a cut back and stopped. I won’t be showing that video because I literally start crying because I suck at failure and handling it. At least in this clip bove I maintain my decorum, emotions and composure. Just barely.
See you next year Fargo Street, you bastard.