I was little busy the other day. Riding my bike. 100 miles. Raising cash to kick cancer. Being part of the best team ever. Team Fat Cyclist.
I’m finding it difficult to put the experience into words. In the meantime, a photo montage courtesy of my step-dad Tony who, along with my mom Patricia and dad Ken were there ALL. DAY. LONG. cheering us on. And trust me, it was a long day. Love you guys!!
Bert and I ready to get this show on the road!
Me and my mom. Isn’t she adorable? I absolutely loved having her smiling face there throughout the day.
Bert’s giving me some pointers. Really he’s reminding me to *stay on his wheel* and not get dropped.
I know it looks like Team Fat Cyclist is hanging on my every word. Not so. A trickery of the photographer. We’re all just so darn ready to start cycling!
And we’re off! See, I still have time to wave to mom at this point. Moments later I’ll be busting a move to keep up with the pelaton.
Mom and Tony were at the rest stop at mile 50 and this shot is taken as we’re heading back out onto the road. Next up Metcalf Hill. And yes, I wound up walking part of it.
Here we are crossing the finish line almost exactly 8 hours from the time we began. There were a couple of hiccups that slowed us down (more on that later). The big goals were met. Finish the ride. Don’t get hurt. Done and done!