Today was a day of a first and a second. Firstly my first century. As anyone who reads this knows, I have been training pretty hard for the past two months, getting myself ready for the AIDS/LifeCycle ride in June. I am averaging around 225 per week, with one day off, usually Saturday. Not this Saturday. This Saturday was a day to ride my first century.
The ride is called the Paul Hulse Century, and is put on by Positive Pedalers, a group dedicated to AIDS/HIV support. We met today in Valencia, out near Magic Mountain. Someone mentioned 200 riders had shown up, but the crowd looked smaller to me. (Hey, what do I know.) As this was my first century, I was a bit nervous, and not sure what to expect. We pulled out as a group, but quickly spread out. I took the wheel of a pack at the front, because I figured I'd go as hard as I could for as long as could, and drafting was going to help me in the long run. Funny enough though, that pack spread out, and I found myself behind two other riders, with one rider behind me at the front, and we really began to pull away. Our pace was hovering around 20+, perhaps even a bit faster. Then out leader dropped his water bottle, going over a bump, so he dropped back to pick it up. that left me with two other riders at the front. We all stopped at the first rest stop. (banana, cliff bar, and a piss.) When I got out of the restroom, one of the guys had left, so I rode out with the other. We kept our 20+pace, with me pulling the way. About half way to the next pit stop, the guy who dropped his bottle, came up, said good morning, and past me like I was riding a cruiser, down the bike path, on a crowded, sunny, Sunday afternoon. Hey, it's not a race...... But my head said, "Still in third!"
Oh, and did I mention that it began to rain. At least it was freezing cold, so I had my choice of the elements to quietly curse. I won't drag this out, but I skipped the second pit stop, still pulling the fourth guy from the morning, and we pulled into the halfway point at around 2.5 Hrs. The guy who passed me like I was standing still was already out, but the guy who left earlier from the first pit stop was still there... Confused yet? Anyway, I pulled out with him, after a quick Sammy and refilling my bottles. I had his wheel for 90% of the return ride as every time I moved in front to pull, he would pass me about 5 minutes later. (Fine with me, he was about 6' 4" 225 Lbs if I had to guess.)
Just about 5 miles out the sun came out, letting me take off my windbreaker, and allowed me to pull into the finish, flying my LaGrage colors! We pulled in to the parking lot together. (Tied for second?) It's not a race, I know.
Not bad for a 57 year old guy, riding an entry level Scatante R330, in a second hand kit, on his first century.
Thanks for listening!
103 miles, 5 Hrs, 26 min.
If you think that’s something, try living with AIDS/HIV day in and day out, that's impressive........ Please help out with a donation
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