This is a picture from last year's Best Buddies ride. Hmmmm what's wrong with this picture you might ask. My wife and brother are looking fresh after 9 hrs on the bike.9 hrs seem a bit long for a Century? Hmmm
Started as is usual for Best Buddies in a pouring rain. We rode to the sun ala Paris-Nice. And while Hyannis is nice its no Nice. But I digress. While my brother and wife look great and ready to party I look shattered. How is this possible you might ask? Nerves I tell you. And a sense of the pending doom that will be facing us once the adrenalin wears off the fun bunch.
Basically this ride has almost killed the two of them at different times. Year one while exciting JFK in the pouring rain we got dropped and lost contact with the "bubble" Pam just missed being run down by a dump truck....must have been the one DPW worker in the City of Boston who didn't have a vendetta against bikers. Thank God for that.
Year two and moments after this picture was taken. Seano almost keeled over and died from tatychartia...nice...nothing says fun like having to google cape cod hospital and think how are you going to explain this to your Irish mom's. Not going to happen....I'd be a dead man. He lived but she still blames it on the caffeine laced Gu's I was feeding him to keep him from bonking...she probably is right.