Son-In-Law 1

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

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


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