Dear Ariel Shaker

I'll never forget the time you me and Jerrod ate country fried steaks at that diner and drank endless cups of coffee, then almost threw up on our bikes for the next 20 miles. Or drinking 40's on the field outside the YMCA and someone saw you squatting behind their house. Or sitting at the grill in Taylorsville and eating the greasiest and best hamburgers ever, listening to the cook argue with someone on the phone for half an hour. Or when I met you at the Methodist Church in Providence, and we bonded over places in Palo Alto. 

I'll be thinking of you.

-Brian