I rode a 200 kilometer Randonneur USA ride with her and some of her friends. That was about two years ago and she was in great shape. She has a very sharp mind and an equally sharp tongue. We had a lot of banter back and forth the whole ride and the rest of the guys kept looking at me like I was playing with fire. I knew I recognized her from somewhere but just couldn't place her. Then, about mile 56 at a rest stop, one of the guys called her Ashleigh, which was the first time I heard her name. I said, "As in Banfield". She said: "Yes, care for a mint big mouth?!"

We had a war of words the whole rest of the ride, with me referring to her as "the starlet". The guys she was riding with never said a word! Very stoic bunch. She and I and one other woman, a nurse, did all the talking. I was talking when I was pulling and she would say: "shut up and ride".

Having her along made the ride much easier.
She reminds me a lot of my wife, with that deep and wide independent streak. You gotta' love women who have the balls to stand up and be counted.
I hope she lands on her feet.
-Robert