My 4rth of July yellow jersey

My brother, the captain*, and I bike from my house to my sister's house on major summer holidays. We started doing this when she lived in Hightstown and continued with the tradition when she moved in to her current house near the I-295/I-195 intersection in 1995. So I guess we'll heading towards 20 years of beach blanket beers.

Why Boo's house? Well because she has a large deck and a swimming pool. There may be other reasons, but those will do for now.

I expected the usual ride for libation and food on this 4^rth of July. My brother punked out with some lame excuse about his wife breaking her leg so I had to go solo. Instead to swinging by Thomas Sweets in Princeton for a nice ice cream break, I decided to go for broke. I don't know. Maybe I was inspired while watching the beginning of the 2009 Tour de France.

I rode about as hard I am able. Now I'm overweight, closing in on 60, and smoked for almost 50 years (3^rd grade until about a year and a half ago) so I'm not Lance Armstrong in disguise. Or believe me, it is a very good disguise.

Anyway I mashed up the big 8-10^o hill on Great Road and kept on going. I was pooped when I got there, but when I looked at my speedo, WOW. I finally broke the two hour barrier. A new record for the ride. To celebrate, I snap a picture for proof**. Of course I immediately phoned my brother and allowed as how he must be the anchor.

Ok, so I guess there will be no yellow jersey for me, but it was a glorious day in the pedals anyway.

* The captain at our August 2001 family reunion (Boo's house of course)


** My record documenting my sub two hour timing.