I am a dumbass. Story # 235

Most of the time I am a dumbass which normally inflicts personal discomfort.  We had rolled through a valley eventually hemming us meaning it was time to climb.  Winding up Austrian valleys with families raking grass for cattle with bells around their necks had me wondering why are barefoot Austria women so much more charming than barefoot Arkansas women? 

Midway up the climb there was a little flatter section where I shifted to the big ring.  Then the climb kicked up again to Faschinajoch.  I was suffering and not hiding it at all.  All over the bike and looking at suitable places to sit down.  At 2km from the top realized I was still in the big ring.  I am a dumbass.  Puzzling is that who I thought was a friend never told me and even took some pictures of me in the big ring suffering.  I openly said I was suffering and they claimed they never noticed.  Anyway once at the top we waited at a bar where the beer tap was an old converted Moto Guzzi motor. 

Because the day was not over I opted for hot chocolate.