I was out for a ride at the end of a sleep deprived, brutal week, not feeling too great but glad to be on the dirt. As I turned up the main climb on this loop I see a rider about 300 meters up the trail. Ah, good a target to motivate me up the climb. It took me most of the climb to catch him. When I got behind him I saw that this six foot tall guy was riding a small (maybe 15") mid '90s bike with the seat pretty low that allowed less than half leg extension. He was wearing cargo pants, old jogging shoes, and a skate helmet. In my head I'm wondering: "am I that tired?" I went around him, flew across a cool traverse onto the most technical downhill in the lower front. I absolutely railed the DH! The trail I took at the bottom gave me a view of most of the lower part of the DH I just did, and what do I see? That guy is maybe 30 seconds back! I slowed down and he rode up to me. I told him how cool it was that he was absolutely tearing it up, and asked him if he was a pro incognito. He said that he had never been a pro but did a few races as an expert in the '90s. He tries to ride at least twice a week, but he can only afford to have one bike for he and son to share! I wish I had the extra cash to buy the guy a bike! I hope to see him on the trails again!