*I have one more post about my trip to the new Stadium for later*
Driving back from Boston Saturday morning we listened to the 90's station on Sirius in Meg Mac's car. We heard some great tunes, some that reminded me of awkward dances in 7th and 8th grade, or driving in my friends car in high school. The card ride turned into a mini dance party as we drove went up hills that did not require third gear, a nice change of pace. As my hangover gradually dissipated (those Cliff Bar shots found a new purpose) Fat Boy Slim came on and I thought about how fortunate I really was.
So that being said, to all my Riding the Rivalry friends and family, I have to priase you like I should.
Billy Quinn you are a great friend, and I missed your sense of humor on this trip. Thanks for the pep text messages this year, and our "Magic Bus" ride into the BX this year. I hope your on the trip next year, and that the Mets don't give you any more headaches this year.
Bea I feel awful that I missed you while you were up in Boston, and hope we can meet up later in the year. You set the blog up, so all those reading this owe you some thanks. If it wasn't for you, we never would have finished last year, and this trip would not have occurred. You are a stand up guy Alex, and a great friend.
Elizabeth I know that you really wanted to make the trip this year and I am sorry I had to switch the dates. Not many people would drive two and a half hours from work to cook for four sweaty cyclists, let alone wake up extra early to drive back the next day. You not only listen to my crazy ideas but you encourage them and for that, I am very blessed.
Timy you made my fake I.D. college, and since that day my bank account has been hurting. That bike trail day is my favorite day of the trip and you made that happen. I could not have finished the trip without you this year. You owned those hills on the last day and should be very proud of yourself for that. If there was a "Big Man" award for the trip you earned it.
Meg Mac you smiled every day this trip. (It might have been a grimace from the pain a few times) I do not know a single person who could be smiling after taking on some of those hills but you did it. Thanks for bringing a great attitude on this trip, it was contagious. Without your constant picture taking, God only knows what moments would have been missed. I also hope that you enjoyed my rendition of "Delirious Love" for you and Billy.
Billy Corrao I never had an older brother, but you are definitely the closest thing have ever had to one. From the Hot Dog Quest, to the tuxedos at work you were always with me on harebrained schemes and the outrageous. I have always respected your ideas on teaching and opinions. Thanks for the prayers each morning and for providing stability. You have always been a great friend, no homo.
Tim Donovan drove out of his way to pick us up in Spencer when things got rough. The incredible thing is, this is a typical Tim Donovan move. He would give you the shirt off of his back, and the whiskey out of his glass if you asked for it. Thanks for throwing us a great BBQ in Shrewsbury and for your hospitality.
Rod Lucia thanks for all the advice and help you gave me with the bike. I appreciate your knowledge and patience with me. Sue thanks for reading the blog and being such a big help these past few years. You are both really incredible people
Letson family there are not enough words to describe your graciousness. Every time I go to your house I feel welcome and relaxed. Mrs. Letson thanks for that lovely comment earlier, it meant a great deal to me.
Jean and Joe I know that you have both never read this blog, and Jean you probably will never turn on the computer but, you both deserved to be mentioned. My parents are some of the hardest working people I have ever met and I admire them for their work ethic and commitments. There were times when I did not do my best or live up to their expectations and I know that I still did not let them down. I know that if I didn't finish the ride they would be there to support me and not judge me, and that why I never could quit. They called me every day, and my mom always wanted to be sure that I ate enough. When we ate at the Little Red Riding Hood store in Mass, there was a sign that said, "God's Greatest Gift is Family" and I cant think of a better way to end this post.
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