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The ride itself started last October when I did an 80 mile loop in New
Hampshire's White Mountains, going over Bear Mountain, the Kangamangus
Highway, Franconia Notch, and Crawford Notch. In December I started
spinning classes then took a 96-mile ride on the big island of Hawaii
after my company's sales meeting with a few co-workers. All that and
we were only ˝ way up the volcano! More spinning classes, then off to
Bali in the spring where I rode with a few tri-athletes to a temple on
the side of a volcano, and avoided SARS. Spring ended in New England
with lots of rain, but I pushed even harder. In July Laura and I went
to the Alps to see the Tour de France and ride for 5 days over some
legendary mountains such as Alpe d'Huez and the Col de Galibier.
Mt. Wachusetts (here in Massachusetts) will never scare me again!
Thanks to this Christmas gift from my wife, I was in the best shape in
15 years of doing the PMC.
However, the weather was not cooperating. While we gathered Friday
night in Sturbridge, MA to listen to speeches about the Dana Farber
and the Jimmy Fund, it was raining cats and dogs. The thunder that
night was a good alternative to my roommate's snoring. The boomers
were still sounding Saturday morning at 4:30am when we woke up.
Breakfast was a bowl of Cheerios, raisin bran, a banana, plum, and a
bagel or two. By the 6am start in Sturbridge there was only a light
sprinkle, but the puddles still soaked us for most of the morning. I
always ride in pace-lines, occasionally pulling at the front, but
usually spending more time at the back of the line, taking advantage
of the reduced wind resistance. This year I hammered! I kept in the
front few riders of our group of a dozen, always happy to take more
than my share of time in the lead. After 60 miles we were down about
8 guys. The tandem that had been with us had dropped off the back.
At 85 miles one guy got a flat so his friends helped him out (he got 2
more in a ź mile) so I rode on with the remaining cyclist. He stopped
at the 100-mile water stop, so I raced on without him. I was the 7th
person to finish on Saturday, 110 miles at over 20mph. (Last year's
times were as fast, but I drafted behind a tandem most of the way.)
Here I am with Andy welcoming Nancy who pedalled 50 miles on Saturday.
She normally rides the entire PMC, but she broke her pelvis just 12
weeks earlier. Quite the amazing ride!
Now is was noon, grab a shower, a massage and a little food. A cup of
Legal Seafood's excellent clam chowda. A banana, the staple of a
biker's diet. A quick massage then back to the food tent. A veggie
burger, hot dog, and chicken sandwich for protein. Salad and corn on
the cob for the vegetables. Pizza plus a potato with chili - just
because. Oreos and ice cream for my sweet tooth. Granola too. More
chowda. Lots of water, Gatorade, and veggie juices to stay hydrated.
Finally at 5pm I was full, and then some! Saturday at the Mass
Maritime Academy in Bourne is always sunny, a great time to relax and
recharge.
As the afternoon wore on, the campus started looking hazy. Was it the
grills cooking all those burgers? When Moe talked, there was steam
coming from his mouth, even though it was in the 70's. A fog bank was
rolling in, so that by bed time (8pm) we were wrapped in cotton.
That night I slept on the Enterprise, a ship at the Mass Maratime
Academy, in one of many bunk-rooms. 39 of us shared the evening,
triple stacked in coffin-sized bunks. They were so tight that most
guys slept on their back, resulting in a Snore-a-palooza.
On Sunday we would be riding on some very busy roads on Cape Cod in
the height of tourist season, so reveille is at 4:15am. Not for my
roommates! At 3:30am, alarm clocks started going off. Ugh! They had
put off packing until the morning, and were making a racket. So I got
up, ate some breakfast and hit the road at 4:45am, earlier than usual.
I passed a few riders at the beginning, but by the first water-stop at
20 miles I was all alone. One guy passed me just before the 40-mile
stop in Brewster but he stopped to wait for friends while I pressed
on. At the 60 mile stop in Wellfleet everyone cheered as I was the
first rider. A quick stop then back on the bike, on to the finish
line in Provincetown. I kept looking behind me but no one ever caught
up.
At 9:10 I pulled into the Provincetown Inn parking lot, so early that
many volunteers didn't bother to cheer as they thought I was just
another tourist! I've ridden faster on Sunday in pacelines, but never
solo for over 80 miles. I was greeted by a bevy of beautiful
cheerleaders. New England Cable News interviewed me but most ended up
on the virtual cutting room floor. Ah, my 5 seconds of fame. Next
year I'll have to come up with a more interesting dedication, or sleep
later. 
