Who cycles through Tamarindo with a guitar on their back and a very slow dog?

You were cycling down the main road in Tamarindo at 8am with a guitar strapped to your back and a very slow dog trotting beside you, and I was in a taxi stuck in the usual traffic, watching you overtake everyone. At the jam near the roundabout you looked in my window, grinned, and held up the guitar like a trophy. The dog sat down. I was late. It was the best traffic jam I have ever had. I have looked for the dog. I have not looked for you.