One of the best moments I had with my oldest daughter's husband, my son-in-law. (What are son-in-laws for?),... ...No taking it away from you Greg, you stepped up and came a long way in a short while, as you should have. Remember forever, you have it in you now! Damn good ride Greg! Truth be told: Greg bonked like a b*$#h at about 70 miles. When I slowed down to give him a draft, he slowed down more; over and over again. Finally I slowed to a stop, dropped my bike in the street, and walked back to him and chewed his ass. It was Greg's 2nd or 3rd year, we'd done some really decent training over the past two seasons too: intervals, hills, distance etc. Greg had even bought a new carbon fibre bike to boot. Conservatively, we thought we could expect to finish the century at least at a pace of 18 mph with Greg, based on riding as only a group of 3. But we arrived early and started up front so we were able to join and enjoy the benefit of every group of riders better than us as they caught up; instead of if we had started behind them; surely we might have struggled to ever catch a couple of the fastest groups at all. During our last long ride in training, we agreed to drop anyone who bonked hard. During the event, as things happen, I just couldn't live with that; "Leave no man behind" and all that, was too much in my conscience, blah, blah, blah, yada, yada, besides, we were on pace for a 23 mph average speed if we could keep our pace up above 20 mph for the last 30 miles; --because the 'peleton' actually enabled us to easily cruise extremely fast, almost effortlessly for the first 25-30 miles, before crashes, break-aways and drops. I really just didn't want him to bonk and quit like he had a couple times before. But Greg so enjoyed the exhilaration of peleton-pack speed soooooo much, that instead of taking a brief 15-30 second rotation at the front, he decided to pull it for a couple miles, which by the way he absolutely did not do! He was lucky if he pulled even a quarter of a mile, which he later described as "20 minutes" -- which is absolutey total BULLS#!T!!!! Trying to be cool, he wasted himself foolishly, mid ride! Anyway, I thought he needed the sense and reality of a significant accomplishment as a milestone and life-lesson: --Dig Deep, don't give up, you can do it, you'll be glad you persevered....yada, yada, yada, because once you go that deep, for the rest of your entire life you know you can; and you know others can too. You can beat defeat with mind over matter, at least sometimes maybe when matter fails;--at the point of total fatigue and exhaustion. I thought he should have that, this gift of 'rights of passage' from father-in-law to son-in-law! Anyway, Mike must had felt the same, because he finally circled back and we both enjoyed a pull at a nice pace. But not only did Greg get benefit of our compassion and camaraderie, the child of no bicycling etiquette what-so-ever then spited our friendship with revenge by sprinting the last 25 yards of the 100 mile ride like he was winning the Tour de France and we were his unworthy domestiques! "He beat us!", instead of thanking us (because some girls are like that). Anyway, That's what you call making a better day of it! We finished 5 seconds under 5 hours; just better than a 20 mph pace. Damn good for a first century Greg. Much better than dropping him or finishing at less than the 17 mph pace we would have ended up with had Mike not come back and helped pick up the pieces! Thank you Michael Jones! For his poor manners, when we got to the pub, I sent Greg to the bar to fetch the first round, but I also immediately ordered from the waitress as soon as Greg went to fetch. The waitress said she "...could get beers quicker" than him, so I didn't order Greg one. By the time he got back with the beers, we were on our second. After driving home and cutting the lawn, most of the rest of the day was spent napping; its a good thing I used a push mower or I would have crashed!
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