The van ride from Palmerton, PA to Burlington, VT was uncomfortable. I don’t like riding in vans, sometimes I get car sick… especially when I haven’t eaten anything. Plus, there was a non stop downpour the entire way. I would have preferred getting on the charter bus but the van had all of our friends in it. Well, actually, I barely knew most of them. There were ten of us and most of them were very advanced and experienced cyclists, friends of my brother and Elk. It was fun getting to know them better and we told jokes most of the way there.
We arrived in Burlington before the bus so we were able to stop at a brew pub for our pre-dinner. My awesome coach had instructed me to eat as much possible for the 48 hours prior to the ride. (yes!) They had cask conditioned ales. I had one. I wanted two. I wanted three. I wanted to pretend I was on a normal vacation where you have lazy mornings. Instead, my stomach filled with dread. I thought about the drive up. It took something like 6 hours on the highway. How on earth was I going to ride my bike all the way back home??? I allowed myself one beer and sipped water while everyone else (the experienced cyclists) drank their second.
Next, we made our way to the Burlington YMCA, aka our home for the night. I pulled out my new mattress and my new bins and built a little fort against the wall. Elk decided to sleep upstairs on a track that went around the gym. I was too afraid I’d roll off so I stayed downstairs with all the other people while Elk slept on the track with the bikes.
At dinner, donated by the VFW (I think) we had some yummy spaghetti and salads. We got to know each other. All of the newbies stood up and spoke about why we were there. A few folks got teary. When it was my turn, I mentioned my friend Sean Patrick and oops, I started to cry a little. Elk was next, he spilled the beans that he was there for me because I was a two time cancer survivor. It was emotional for sure. Then came the news…. we had to get up and out of the gym by 6am to start our day. I decided to take ½ sleeping pill at 6:30pm to ensure I was rested. Our first day was to be 93 miles. I was in bed and asleep by 9:30.
Waking up was not so easy, but it never is for me. I don’t like the mornings but we had to be out before the YMCA members streamed in for their 6am yoga class. (Really, why do people go to yoga that early? I mean, come on!) We rode through town looking for coffee. Everyone stopped at Starbucks. Yuck. We searched until we found Dunkin Donuts. This made Ekj and I the last to pull out of town. Not an ideal situation since we'd likely be the slowest riders.
I was nervous but started to settle in.
The roads were absolutely beautiful. I remember passing a field of sunflowers. Gentle rolling ribbons of road.
Eric Loch, who is in charge of setting the route and developing the cue, sheets is a very talented man. The roads were nearly car free and very smooth. It was easier than I thought. I felt great! Elk and I teamed up with Maurice, the co-founder of Dirt Rag who was not in any way interested in racing along. In fact, Maurice is a very interesting guy, more on that later.
When we were about 70 miles in we passed a beautiful lake. It was hot. A beautiful day to jump in a lake I thought. And when we saw there was a beach we couldn’t resist! We pulled off and jumped in!
Well, we waded in... we decided it best not to ride the next 30+ miles in wet shorts.
Unfortunately, we did not realize that our support crew was keeping such close tabs on us. We got them worried sick… when we were at the beach they couldn’t find us. They ended up driving up and down the roads looking for us. I felt terrible but learned my lesson.
The last leg of the ride into NY state included a ferry ride!
That night at dinner (spaghetti donated by the lions club or the elks club or maybe it was the American legion? I LOVE spaghetti and could eat it every night!) We learned that everyone was shocked at how easy the route was. I had thought it was very challenging and started to feel nervous again -I dreaded their definition of "hard". I learned that more hills were in store. Still, I was proud of myself, 93 miles was my longest ride ever. Plus, I also logged my fastest speed… 42.7 mph. Elk and I set up the tent and slept outside. My right knee ached. I took some Alieeve and pretended it didn’t.
The next day I was still feeling pretty strong. I ate a big solid breakfast, donated by another righteous cancer hating group of folks. This time I know it was the Elk's club because I took a picture of Elk under the Elk clock.
It was also goofy jersey day (obviously).
I hopped on my bike with Stacy ahead of most of the crew. We knew they’d catch up with us. At mile 3 I noticed a toilet on the side of the road. I was a little bit ahead of Stacy. I knew she’d pass me if I used the toilet but figured I should be able to catch her if I did my business quickly. I caught her around mile 4 where I saw her stretching on the side of the road. I remembered from the meeting the night before that a hill was coming up real quick. The cue sheet said something like “nice down hill in five miles”… I took that to mean that we were about to get on a five mile horrible up hill.
I was right.
I didn’t want to lose any momentum so I kept pedaling. The hill was no joke. I felt pretty good, well, except for that ache in my right knee that I was ignoring. I even passed someone. As I rode up behind Bill Moses, one of the toughest dudes I’d ever met in my life. I saw the young man’s picture on his back. I became overcome with emotion. Each day Bill rode with a different picture on his back, dedicating that day’s ride to someone who had been affected with cancer. Bill also chooses to ride in gym trunks and a cotton T-shirt. For those of you who don’t know, cyclists wear those funny tight shorts for a reason… because they are padded! To wear gym shorts six days in a row for nearly 100 miles a day is absolutely insane. But Bill is one strong dude.
Oh, and I should mention that Bill is scheduled to have knee replacement surgery in November. That means that his knees are shot. Bill did this entire ride in extreme pain. His determination was inspiring for sure.
Back to the five mile hill... Around mile 4 of that hill I felt a push… it was my brother. He pushed me as he rode by in a pack with the fast people. I felt his support and I jumped onto the back wheel of his buddy Dave.
Soon we were at the top with our support crew, Taylor and Trisha. Dave and Jeff flew down the other side. I decided to wait for Stacy, Maurice and Elk. I was super stoked that I was able to ride that big hill. I was also really happy that everyone was saying that this was more like a real PPRAC ride. I had been worried that people were going to say it was too easy again…
Elk and I rode the rest of the route together. I think this was my worst day. It was a short mileage day so I thought I’d be back early enough to go swimming at the lake near our final destination. We weren't. Lunch was about fifteen miles further than we thought it was going to be. We were the last ones to show up. That is hard on the spirit. After lunch was a false flat in a head wind for what seemed like forever. I had been asked to speak about my experience with cancer at one of the evenings’ meetings. This is when I wrote my speech.
When we arrived to the middle school I found all of the regular super fit fast people in the Ryder truck that followed us with our gear. We had a real nice system set up. Since we stayed at schools, we used the inside of the unpacked Ryder truck like a bar… though most nights I didn’t drink more than a sip of beer. I jumped in the truck and nearly cried as I iced both of my knees. I was in some serious pain and there was no ignoring it at this point. My right knee felt like it was made of shards of glass held together by thorns. My left knee felt similar. My brother signed me up for a massage.
This was the day my father joined us. My dad worked support for the rest of the event.
For dinner we had pizza. I knew I was going to speak after someone named Dennis. Dennis is a 67 year old who signed up for this ride -which absolutely amazed me. He spoke about when he was diagnosed with Lymphoma 9 years ago. He was probably the best public speaker I’d heard in a long long time. Everyone shed some tears. He quoted Churchill! He got a standing ovation. Next it was my turn. I forgot everything I was going to say but I knew I wanted to get it over with so I didn’t have to think about it any more. I think my speech was ok. I forgot all of my jokes though. I like to be funny but I think I made everyone cry even more. That's a drag.
We spent a lot of nights on this ride talking about cancer and crying. I didn't like that part. I know it is important to think about the reason we are all riding. It makes it more meaningful. I just hated being reminded about how deadly this disease is.