I don't have an explanation for this outfit. But he rode 82.5 miles in it:
Ben and Courtney, two of my favoritest people:
Joe nobly guarded the entrance to bike parking and managed to keep the riff-raff out, especially me:
I got my bike as soon as bike parking opened and I got my bike and headed to ride out. I managed to be right at the front which took some doing. Here's Mark getting ready to ride. He's a much stronger athlete than me. He rode almost at my speed the whole week and he did it on a fixie. I don't know how he managed that. No idea at all:
I somehow managed to be the first rider out of the Cow Palace and enjoyed a police escort that waved me through stop signs and lights all the way to Daly City. Score! I had a hard, fast ride down the coast. I felt pretty good the entire day and finished a little before noon and was the fourth rider. Here I am with Sunny who was in my training series a couple of years ago but is a roadie this year:
I went into Santa Cruz and noted much to my delight that they'd opened a Chipotle about a half a mile closer to camp then the burrito place I'd been headed to. Being on the Lifecycle seems to make me progressively stupider and this was evidenced by the hippy at Chipotle who had to explain the door code on the men's room to me THREE times before I could figure out how it worked.
I ran into my friend Alic at dinner. He's been in nursing school in St. Louis for a year and it was such a treat to see him on the ride this year. He's moving back in December which is not a moment too soon:
Wanderson is crazy flexible. Evidence:
Here's me with my favorite rider from this season Karen who had just ridden every mile of the first day of her first ride:
I met up with Larry at dinner and entertained Lulu while he got some food. She is the best behaved dog which is such a contrast to my any dog I've ever owned:
I managed to stay up until about 8:15. I slept very well that night. It had been a very long day.