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George Hincapie smiled at me once at the Tour of California. It was before a Livermore start and it was a typical spring California day: 65F, just a hint of a breeze, sunny of course. I hadn’t planned on going at all but found myself…
I was walking between the busses and the start line in that strange area where the riders are going back and forth, trying to stay warmed up, adjusting shit, burning off nervous energy.
I’d ridden my motorcycle to the start so I was wearing soft black mcycle pants with a uber reflective triangle on the outside of my legs, big black boots, I had my oakleys, and a fluorescent yellow motorcycle touring jacket. A lot of people seemed to assume I was one of those guys with the awesome job of escorting or riding along with the race.
George had stopped and was bent over his handlebars screwing around with his front break.
I was just walking by, I didn’t even notice that he was a racer, there were a ton of amateurs there that day, almost all in kits, tontell you the truth, im not even sure i niticed that there was a person there I was maybe a meter away when he looked up. And he actually startled me a bit, I laughed