I thought about taking a couple of pictures on my 46-mile ride, but decided to wait until I lost a little more weight. I was wearing the same pink and yellow bicycling shirt I wore in 2007, when I posed on the Royal Gorge Bridge in Colorado (see blog header above). I'm glad I waited, because one look would have reduced visits to my site by 50%.
If that shirt had been any tighter it would have been a tourniquet. So let's just say, I have some pounds to shed.
As always, I'll be riding for my daughter Emily, and now for Ben Wilson, as well. Ben grew up in Glendale and I'll do a post on him soon. For now, trust me when I say he's a talented photographer, and studying film in Colorado. He's also a good young man, kind-hearted, funny and empathetic.
Last night Bill Rice from JDRF Cincinnati and I talked to the members of the Masonic Lodge of Oakley about raising money for the cause. Sam Benzinger, whose grandson Andrew is type-1, hosted and provided pizza.
I should have passed on that third piece, I admit it. Right now, when I wear that old jersey I look like a fat, pink sausage labeled "Ride for a Cure." But I'll be in shape.
I always keep my word: You donate $4 and I'll ride the 4,000 miles.
I'm riding for Sidney S., age 7, shown hugging (I think) her brother Sam.