10. A Long Look Back to My Big Ride

A Long Look Back to My Big Ride

It happened during a previous century.

I think often about doing it again.

I have no interest in training that hard for a shorter ride, either in length and time.

I remember riding for my brother, Doug, and wearing dog tags honoring Virginia’s brother.

I hate that so much money I raised went to Pallotta Road Works, just $1200 divided between the Lung Associations in Arkansas and Connecticut.

If I recall, we were 20 days into the ride when we were introduced to the staff. Mismanagement!

The Big Ride was a disaster waiting to happen.

On the Big Ride, cell phones were the size of bricks.

My Big Ride was less about cycling and more about seeing and listening.

About two days into the ride, I stopped shooting video; I could document the ride, or ride the ride.

The Big Ride is one of my favorite things in my life.

Fourteen years later, I contemplate doing it again. I think I can….