The New Years ride is tradition. For me, it used to be a mountain bike ride, but for the last 3 years it's been on the road. It's a great way to transition into the new year with a clean slate and a bit of suffering. In years past, it's been relatively managable for the first half, then after the traditional convenience store stop for Snicker's bars and Lil' Debbies, there is the traditional convenience store sprint. This opens the second half of the ride, which is usually accompanied by great deals of suffering, open mouths, slumped shoulders, and crossed eyes. Not as much chit chat on the back half.
This year was different, First, we had about a dozen guys, so there were lots of bodies to hide behind and recover. Second, Mark McCormack had just retired and taken 2 weeks off from riding, so there wasn't the McCormack freight train driving the rest of us. So, we actually had a pleasant, social, moderate 5 hour, 96 mile ride.
We arrived back at my house to pasta, chili, and brownies that Maria had whipped up for us. She can't help herself - she has alot of greek mother in her.
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