
Earlier this week my cycling friends and their significant others here in Green Valley held a going away party for me to launch my upcoming ride.
I was humbled by the gesture and appreciated the robust turn out. Then I realized retirees will do pretty much anything for a free meal.
Everyone was kind and interested and I got a lot of questions (many of which I have thought of as well). Are you serious? What were you thinking? Are you crazy? Do you think you can do it? Will there be lots of hills ? And of course, will CV 19 cause you to cancel?
With respect to the last question, I contacted our ride coordinator and he confirmed it’s all systems go at this time. I figure being in the open spaces and out in the fresh air is the best place to be anyway.
For any of you who have read Stephen King’s “The Stand” I’m sure this pandemic conjures up images! It started with the flu too. But it was man made and 99.99% fatal. But on the happier things.
So back to the party. I realized that perhaps another reason my friends held it now is because they figured I may not complete the ride (or heaven forbid, not survive it) or maybe any old excuse for a party is a good one.
But hell I have so much spandex now I need to use, I have no choice but to do the ride. Plus I have spent so much on gear that if I didn’t go, Barb would make me ride home to Michigan in April.

But seriously, it was a kind gesture by my friends and just further commits me to my ride.
Below is the cake they made for me. Wow, someone is an artist! It really tracks the Southern Tier Route pretty accurately. I wish it was that flat!!!
I did note that the biker did look like he was on an E-Bike, Grrr! Also note the Pinot Noir, is that a peak in California?

I am really starting to get restless and can’t wait to start. It’s still 18 days away but I’m sure it will go quickly. The next couple of weeks will see me getting in some hill climbing. I just want leave, like yesterday already!!
My friends are getting into the spirit with contributions to my blog. The following is a little ballad one wrote after the party. Enjoy

The Ballad of Big Bad Bob
Bob’s friend, Big D, said to Bob, if you’re crazy enough to ride across the country, make sure that you “ride towards the rising sun” so that you don’t get lost. (Bob can be directionally challenges, ask him about Pie, New Mexico)
So Bob started off from California on April fools day (you can’t make this stuff up). He picked up speed across CA and elevation across AZ. He earned the nickname Big Bob wrestling saquaros outside of Tucson. And so on he went across NM, eating hot chili, wearing his bike sombrero and picking up speed: 15, 20, 25 mph. Into TX, losing weight and eating barbecue armadillo.
But in East TX misfortune struck Big Bob. Tornado! Spun him around like a top! Which way to go? Ah, “ride towards the rising sun”.
Alas, Big Bob heard the words but mistook the meaning! ( being of an age when the Animals were popular or Frijid Pink if you were into the Psychedelic scene)
Like a whirlwind Big Bob rode into New Orleans looking for The House of The Rising Sun. He searched every bordello, brothel, and cat house he could find but no rising sun. However he did pick up his new nickname Big Bad Bob! (Wonder how D came up with the Big? )
On to FL he went (no one cares about MS or AL, really) but he had a strange feeling that someone or something was following him and gaining on him. So, 30, 35 mph he went but still it/they got closer.
Faster, all the time losing more weight, until he hit the red line and could go no faster. That’s when he saw her in his rear view mirror. It was Big Bad Barb!!! Oh no, why didn’t he just stay Big Bob.
But then he remembered what else Big D said to him before he left “In trouble? Act New York dumb”.
Luckily he didn’t have to as Barb was just returning his sombrero that he had left in NO!
So Big Bad Bob rolled into St. Augustine with the biggest grin on his face having lost 35 pounds and never having a flat tire.
The End!
Thanks Dennis -Alias Big D
As the party was breaking up someone asked me if it was going be a problem being away from Barb for almost 2 months. This reminded me of one of my favorite cowboy songs by Billy Walker. “I’m so miserable without you it’s almost like you are here”. But I had the good sense to keep my mouth shut. 40yrs of marriage has taught me a few things (learned the hard way)
This week saw me put on a few more miles and I did a 70+ miler on Sat. Followed by a 43 miler on Sun. I need to get used to long back to back to back etc, etc, etc.

To all of you , smooth roads, and may the wind be at your back Amigos. Adios





























