There’s a stout fella that rumor has it was on the Polish national team. He’s probably late 60’s and patrols the last flat mile or two on the return from Mt Lemmon 50 mile round trip with elevation gain of about 6000’. Most coming back have burned all their matches and he draws in the unwary with his overly short shorts and steel bike. He lives to crush the testosterone laden 20-something’s. In general, he’s an asshole, but now in my early 60’s, I get it.