I keep catching glimpses of you at Thunder Mountain. You’ve got dark hair, ride like you were born on two wheels, and you send it for real. I don’t know your name, but I’ve heard people call you Panda.
You’re usually riding with a tall, lanky dude. Still, it’s you that stands out—your flow, your confidence, the way you handle the lines like it’s second nature.
We’ve crossed paths more than once now, and every time I wish I’d said something more than just a nod. If by chance you see this and know it’s you, I’d love to connect. Maybe a lap or two together sometime?
If this rings a bell, tell me what color your bike is so I know it’s really you.