by Jonathan Lyons
I first met Rob when he was a guide in Tuscany on one of Andy Hampsten's Cinghiale cycling tours. A few years later, while driving back east from Seattle, I stopped over in Boulder and talked him into joining on a ride up Mt Evans, the highest paved road in America. It was early September and snowing at the top. We were so cold that we could not steer our bikes in the descent, so we hitched a ride with a bemused retired couple in an old pick-up. It's a day I'll never forget, made possible by a guy with an unbreakable spirit and joy for life. It feels all the more poignant that he died on a mountainside in BC, my adopted home since 2018. RIP Rob.
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