by Tiffany Pezzulo
If Hunter S. Thompson had been a bike racer turned mountain guide… but with a crazier brain and bigger heart, you start to get an idea about Rob.
Rob and Pete were my first dude roommates I ever had in college after moving to Boulder. They were big brothers, equal parts torture masters and protectors. Whether it was shooting bottle rockets into the bathroom while I was showering or making sure I didn’t get dropped on a group ride, Rob (and Pete) shaped a big transition in my life and brought me into that cast of characters that was the Boulder bike racing crowd. We ebbed and flowed with communication over the years but every in-person interaction was always memorable as you all know. Underwear had to be changed when you spent time with Rob bc you ate something that didn’t sit or you were laughing so hard or both. I remember when he got together with Rebecca and how
absolutely into her he was. And how hilarious he was about parenthood. I don’t have pictures but these are some of my favorite exchanges with Rob. Self-deprecating, hilarious/insane and always with bathroom things. And the nicknames. Piccola ca/stink/little mama will miss you Gracu/RC/gnar. Whenever I see someone doing something completely ridiculous but with full concentration and seriousness, I think of you.