I rode the Hancock Handlebar 100 in western Ohio about 23 years ago, young and full of pee and vinegar, and in an excellent time. Now, I am 20 pounds heavier, 23 years older, and speed is a relative thing to me. Some days I go fast, at least I think so. I am still riding the same old steel framed bike I rode in the Hancock 100. I am a real tightwad I guess. It looks cool, kinda retro.
If this turns out well, I may ride for Team in Training (Leukemia and Lymphoma Society). I want to do something to honor the memory of my Dad, he had requested no flowers, only donations to the local Leukemia Foundation. I think he’d like this. He was glad that I was getting so fit, and really encouraged my riding. I’ll have to see what races are coming up, where, and what type of training regimen will be involved. Time is not plentiful, though.
So far this week I’ve ridden 80 miles, and Saturday am I’ll take off before the chickens get up and try to ride 50 or 60 before it gets hot.
I rode tonight, so now I stumble to the cabinet looking for a little relief in a bottle…
Yeah, that’s right…Advil.