Anchor House Day 5, It’s About the Hills

This image taken by Phil Cooper and edited by Andrea Cooper displays the juxtposition the Amish live in with a Nuclear plant in their backyard

All I can say is WOW. 80 miles, climbs as hard as anything I have ever done, asking my teammates to go without me and finding the fortitude to get in only 15 minutes behind. But there was so much more to the day from Williamsport to Hazelton, PA. So, here we go.

80 miles I made it within 2 minutes, Leave me Please
Today tested me for sure. I hung with my teammates for 68 miles and then I just did not have enough in the tank to hang with them. From mile 60 to 68 they would beat me up the hills and I would catch them on the descents. That would all end at mile 68 when it was simply up hill. I gave Steve explicit orders not to wait for me. I would learn later that Beth, Niall and Chris all wanted to wait for me. Steve was clear that if they waited I would not be a happy camper and convinced them to proceed. A big thank you to them for listening to Steve.

So with 12 miles to go I had just over one hour to make it into the rest stop. Today is banquet day and the SAG/Rovers were in ready to pull people off the road beginning at 4p so everyone would be to the banquet on time. My goal, get to the hotel by 4p and I was determined to make it happen.

3:58 I pulled in just about 10 minutes behind the rest of our gang. For those cyclists reading this you will understand that we had .25-.5 mile stretches between 6% and 14% grades, some topping out at 21%. The last 8 miles was virtually all uphill and from what I can gather the rest of my team was dropping F-bombs on the last climb. Even, Beth “Snow White” Caruso, admitted later, she said that dreaded word when she saw the last hill or could you say “wall.” Steve was aghast when Beth burst out the word but she was not alone. I am sure Beth made everyone’s day. I on the other hand was struggling to make it in so I did not witness Beth’s shining moment.

So, enough of my whining about a tough day, it was tough for everyone. Tomorrow is supposed to be even more challenging. OH BOY!!

Hills, Hills, Hills
So, today was much more than the end. It was challenging hills all day long. But gosh, was it beautiful. Amish country between Williamsport and Bloomsburg meant beautiful rolling hills. Creek Road which of course ran along a wonderful creek, entering Bloomsburg, was just a Zen moment. And then the torturous last 22 miles, it was that kind of day.

Oh Chit (ch=sh) I Forgot My Chit

Look hard and you will see a round key holder with the #37 on it.  This is Phil's Chit which has made been picked up and dropped off each day as is part of the Anchor House Plan

Look hard and you will see a round key holder with the #37 on it. This is Phil’s Chit which has made been picked up and dropped off each day as is part of the Anchor House Plan

Forgetting to pick up your chit when you leave in the morning will cost you five dollars, forgetting to hand in your chit at the end of the day will cost you five dollars. The chits are how the organizers of the ride know if
you have made it out and back OK. The five dollars goes to additional fundraising for the Anchor House kids.

Well our gang had a perfect week this week, no fines but that all ended today. At mile one, Beth turned to me and said, “Sh-xx, I forgot my Chit” Hearing the SH word out of Beth’s mouth made my head turn as she has nothing close to a potty mouth. But alas, leaving her chit behind forced her to cross the line. We offered to go back so she could get it, well we offered but we never really intended to live up to the offer. It will cost Beth $5 at the banquet tonight. Bummer.

Amish and Modern World Collide

This image taken by Phil Cooper and edited by Andrea Cooper displays the juxtposition the Amish live in with a Nuclear plant in their backyard

This image taken by Phil Cooper and edited by Andrea Cooper displays the juxtaposition the Amish live in with a Nuclear plant in their backyard

I always find Amish country amazing and today was no different. Along the way was a gravel road which most people got off their bikes and walked. I was still riding very strong at this point and was ahead of our group. I was off the bike waiting when I hear the hoofs of horses indicating a carriage was approaching. Quickly, I got the iPhone out and snapped off a picture and what a picture it is. While riding through the Amish country off to our right was a nuclear plant smack dab in the middle of their quiet lives. When I looked at the picture I snapped, I had captured the essence of our two worlds colliding. This is the great part of riding around this country when these amazing moments appear.

3 for 3 Steve goes flat
The one thing you really do not want is a flat on this ride. I have been fortunate as I did not have a flat last year but I did have one in year 1 of riding Anchor House. Steve Preville on the other hand had flats his first two years, well we can now make that in his first three years. It happened around mile 18 as his front tire went down. Chris pumped it up and we decided not to change the tire and see if it would hold air to SAG 1 at mile 25. It did and Steve had Pete from Knapp’s Cycle fix the tire. By the way a huge shout out to Pete and the amazing work he does everyday on this ride. He drives the Knapp’s jeep and trailer from SAG stop to SAG stop making sure our cycles are in order and then fixes bikes at the end of the day and is out bright and early 5:45a doing last minute tune ups. Without Pete I do not know what we would do.

Mistake of the Day, Lunch at Woody’s
As I say the ride is about the EATs but today I simply blew it. Last night we were discussing the ride and Chris threw out there the idea of stopping for lunch. I immediately grabbed onto the idea and made sure that this magical moment became reality. So, as we got to SAG stop 2 at mile 42, Chris confirmed we would stop. It was around 11:30a when we arrived at SAG2 and we were going strong. No lunch for us at the SAG and we pulled out around 12. We made it to mile 52.9, in Catawissa, PA when we found Woody’s Diner. Excited to eat we hopped off our bikes. What a mistake. The food was great, the service was slow and we sat for one hour, our legs bound up, it was 1:30 and we had the hardest part of the day ahead. Maybe it is not about the EATs. Yes, I did make a good food choice, a vegetable panini but I say, “No lunch on the road tomorrow!!”


Day 6
Our second to last day is ahead and with whirlpool and pool time with Steve at the end of our day today, I am as ready as I ever will be. We have less miles tomorrow but incredibly more elevation. I cannot even fathom what it will be like. Definitely survival again will be the word. I hope we have lots of great stories and a great day. If I have bad moments all I have to remember is, “We do it for the kids!!”


Day 4 Anchor House, Steve’s Dream

Left to right, Beth Caruso, Phil Cooper, Chris Murphy, Niall McKnight, Steve Preville

Steve’s Dream Comes True, Well Not Quite

So, my riding partner Steve Preville has always dreamed of going to the Grand Canyon, today he ventured into the Pennsylvania Grand Canyon. Steve said his dream came true of getting to the Grand Canyon, I say NOT.

Yesterday, we crossed the border from New York State as we headed to Wellsboro.  Between Wellsboro and Williamsport, PA runs the Pine Creek which cuts the Pennsylvania Grand Canyon.  Now having been to the Grand Canyon and also Bryce Canyon (Bryce was part of my TransAm cross country tour in 2012), I can attest this does not compare to either. That being said, it is still awesome but totally different.

The Pennsylvania Canyon has a road that runs along the creek with very little traffic.  The Pine Creek is more like a river.  As I was trying to figure out the whole canyon, river, creek thing my mind wandered to my TransAm route leader Dale Johnson, a former geography professor.  One thing Dale was amazing at was teaching the geography of where we were riding and this gave a unique perspective as I rode across the US.  I am sure Dale could tell me why a creek that looked like a river was actually a creek.  He could also tell me all about the Pennsylvania Canyon and its geological and geographic roots.  This would be necessary because I do not have a clue.

The river was running fast from the torrential downpours that had come through the area.  The road we were riding on had no shoulder but that really did not matter as the cars were far and few between.  We had tons of photo ops and Steve totally enjoyed the ride as I did.


And while the people in these parts will probably not be happy with me, this is not the Grand Canyon or Bryce.  Steve, I hate to tell you, your dream is still alive!!!

Cold Dreary Day to Start Blue Skies to Finish

We awoke expecting clear skies and instead we were greeted to a misty morning in the 60s.  Time to don my jacket and deal with the conditions.  Actually, the riding was great as it was not too cool and the mist in the mountains was really cool.  It reminded me of misty mornings in Blacksburg, Virginia and Kentucky. Again, this was perfect for photo ops.


By the time we finished the day it was sunny.  That was not the only thing that changed.  The day which was labeled as a recovery ride was far from a recovery.  We had miles of long downhills but the climbs were pretty darn hard.  As the skies turned blue the temps rose quickly and I took off my jacket just in time for the hill that almost made my heart explode out of my chest.  When I reached the top I was greeted by our resident accordion player, Tom who greets us at the top of brutal climbs.  With blue skies it was downhill, literally to Williamsport.  Thank Goodness.


Tuna or Cheessteak, and Phil at Capacity

In the middle of the Pennsylvania Canyon is McConnell’s Country Store.  This is in the heart of Fly Fishing Country and McConnell’s is where you stop.  Our rest stop was in their parking lot and I was excited to get a local lunch.


Feeling pretty good, I took off my cleats as the sign on their door told all the bikers to do.  You see, they had hardwood floors and cleats and hardwood do not agree. So, in my socks, with all the other riders in socks I strolled into the store.  The menu, right above the main counter listed sandwiches which included a Cheese Steak or Tuna.  So, take a guess at what I ordered?  Against my better judgement I ordered, hold your breath…..Tuna!!!  Steve was so impressed and actually I knew I made the right decision with 40 miles still in front of us.  A Cheese Steak today sure sounded good but would not have been the right fuel.  So, I save my eating exploits for dinner where Steve said I reached, “CAPACITY” Nachos, Salad, Steak, Garlic Fries, Veggies and A Giant Onion Ring and I was set.

The onion ring was actually quite special as I had seen it on a number of other tables. Quickly, I became obsessed with it but when you order onion rings at the Bullfrog you get four rings, four ginourmous rings and all I wanted was ONE. I first negotiated with our server and since she was amazing in every other regard but with my one ring request I cut her slack and left her alone. I then tried to negotiate with the table where the “Yellow Truck” guys were sitting.  Remember, the Yellow Truck is where we drop our luggage in the morning and get beer at the end of the ride.  This is the crew that makes our lives better everday.  I told them if they ordered rings that I would buy one from them.  Oh, just to have one onion ring.


So dinner came and no onion ring.  But alas, all of the sudden one ring appeared to my left. I thought the server somehow secured me a ring, the real reason was even better.  My teammate and new BFF, Beth had ordered a whole plate of rings so I could get my one. Steve, Chris and Beth split one of the rings, I had mine with my dipping sauce and we donated the rest of the onion rings to the Yellow Truck guys. Beth made my night, what a special person!!!

So, now I actually was reaching capacity but oh was it good. You definitely need to stop at the Bullfrog Brewery in Williamsport, PA. A definite must on the EATs list of popular places.  We may “ride for the kids” but we also, “ride for the EATS!!!”


Shot Glass for Samantha

While at McConnel’s I was able to acquire a shot glass to add to my daughter, Samantha’s shot glass collection. I am still in search of a birthday present from my mom as she armed me with birthday money to find something memorable on the ride. The team is on the lookout for something special.


Day 5 ahead

Now we enter what Steve describes as “Two Days of Hell” we will see what I am made of. We travel from Williamsport to Hazelton, passing through Bloomsburg, PA. Chris has recommended that at around mile 52 we stop to eat at a diner or something. What a capital idea!!  So, with clear skies ahead we journey on, one stroke at a time into the coal mining region of PA and the hills that makes PA famous.


Anchor House Day 3, Thank you Humpty Dumpty; $100 for the Kids

Chris and Phil show the $100 donation from the woman who met us by the Humpty Dumpty statue, it is everything that is good with this world

While the Anchor House Ride for Runaways is a 500 mile challenge building enduring friendships, challenging the body, mind and spirit; it is ultimately about raising money to help kids who ran away from home to escape unthinkable conditions.

Last year the 200 riders and support staff raised over $600,000 and we are well on our way again and today we are $100 closer thanks to Humpty Dumpty.

We were headed on the home stretch of today’s extraordinarily challenging ride.  Having just left Mansfield, the overcast skies had kept the sun inside taking the edge off the ride.  That was good because the climbs were impressive for the mind not to mention the legs.

It was about 1pm; eight miles out from Mansfield, PA (home of Mansfield College) we were nearing the end of our 69 mile journey. At mile 62 we turned from Mack Road on to Cherry Flats and the end was in site. I am pretty sure if was Beth Caruso exclaiming, check out Humpty Dumpty.  And off to the right lo and behold was the indomitable spirit Humpty Dumpty.  Humpty sits outside a large truck facility at the corner.  Behind Humpty is the business and to the right of Humpty is a nice house which looks like the owner’s of the business.

It was a Kodak moment we could not pass up despite our desire to beat the forecasted rain that was due into Wellsboro at 1:30p. Let’s choose, a little water or a picture with Humpty. It does not take rocket science to know what we chose, of course Humpty.

Phil & Steve with Humpty Dumpty

Phil & Steve with Humpty Dumpty


Five minutes later after we took our turns posing with the man of hour who had not fallen off the wall we turned toward the house and Steve Preville realized that the seven dwarfs were watching us from the porch and coming toward us was a woman with three beautiful children, two small girls and boy about four.

Our first inclination was to ask if it was OK that we stopped to photo bomb with Humpty. “Of course, it is OK” was a reply with a great big smile. I cannot tell you the woman’s name as she never supplied it but she was inquisitive about our journey.  By this time Chris Murphy and I had taken over.  Niall MkKnight and Beth had worked their way to bikes and Steve was busy taking a picture of the seven dwarfs.


This would not deter Chris and I from explaining the essence of Anchor House and the incredible things it does. Chris slipped in that we raise donations one by one and person by person. We were tag teaming this story and whenever you tell it your heart melts knowing the good we do. I highlighted the end product, kids who can go to college and become amazingly productive parts of society.

Humpty’s “mom” asked us if we were accepting donations while riding and in duet Chris and I answered “Yes”. “Would you mind waiting if I go inside to get you a donation”, was the next question which received a hearty, “That is fine”.

Off to the house with the three kids hugging her side and about 3 minutes later she strode past the seven dwarfs and handed Chris and I a crisp $100 Ben Franklin.  We wanted a picture with her and that is where she drew the line.  Publicity, pictures did not come with the donation, just something from her heart to make a difference in another child’s life.  We ride for the Kids.

Chris and Phil show the $100 donation from the woman who met us by the Humpty Dumpty statue, it is everything that is good with this world

Chris and Phil show the $100 donation from the woman who met us by the Humpty Dumpty statue, it is everything that is good with this world


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No touching in bed

When we last let there were so many unanswered questions.  What would Day 3 hold? Would we get rained on?  Would we survive another tough Day?  But most importantly, would Steve and I touch in the our full bed that we were to share on Night 3 at the Corning Radisson. We were in bed by 9:30, finishing up the Day 2 Blog and I tossed and turned all night. No good reason, I think I was simply anxious about Day 3 ahead.  Finally I went down somewhere around 12:30p mostly for good and at 5a when our wakeup call on our trusty iPhone rang Steve and I had made it through the night without a single touch, not even a TOE. Tina and Laura, you have nothing to be concerned about.

Rain, Rain Go Away

An early start marked the beginning of the day as the forecast was foreboding. Showers in the morning and very unsettled weather in the afternoon. I was a bit groggy having a tough night of sleep which is unusual for me. Steve and I went through our normal daily routine, as Steve showers, I put chamois (pronounced sham-mee) cream on my shorts and lather up with sunscreen. The coffee is on for both of us. Steve goes through his post shower ritual and I hit the bathroom a couple of times, brush my teeth and get my bike clothes on.  The whole production which goes on like clockwork takes approximately 20-25 minutes.  Off to breakfast and then back to the room.  Steve’s next assignment is to fetch the ice for our bottles.  This is a good thing as I never know where the ice machine is and I think this is the first thing Steve scopes out when we arrive at our destination each day.  Ice into the bottles, a quick check of the room and we grab our bikes and head to Yellow Rider truck for loading.

Over to the chit board is our next job.  The chit board contains your “chirt” I am #37 this year.  It hangs off an eye-hook and you take it with you.  This is how the support team knows who has left for the day and at the end of the day you return the chit, signifying that you are in.

As I got downstairs, Niall was waiting as I took off my flip flops, changed into my biking shoes and loaded the luggage onto the truck, I grabbed my chit, turned and saw Chris and Beth and wondered were Steve was.  It was slow going for Steve but we finally pried him off the phone for his daily call home and by 6:45 we were on the road.

On the back of my bike was my yellow rain jacket and in my back pocket the booties that would cover my shoes when the rain arrived, which was inevitable.

Despite overcast skies no rain would be part of the morning adventure.  10 miles of flats followed by an awesome slow and steady 8 mile climb bringing back memories of the Rockies.  I felt great getting into stop 1 and even though the climbs would become exceedingly hard the rain stayed away.  It never came, instead we had some headwinds but low 80s with cloud cover and wind. Great for riding.

Another great picture, Oh Grasshopper

So there are other great shots that we come across.  My teammates went ahead as I captured this cool grasshopper.  I caught up with them five minutes later.


Day 4

So as we move into Day 4, it is 12:42a and I am writing my blog.  I turned it in at 8p tonight, fresh off a great Italian dinner at Timeless.  Walking out of the restaurant my legs felt tired and dead and I was super tired. The bed had my name on it as Steve and the gang went out for desert.  I woke up at 11:45 feeling much better so I figured I would write the blog as if I cleared my head the second half of my slumber would be good.  So, as we head into Day 4 word is this should be an easier day as we ride into Williamsport, we shall see……



Anchor House Day 2

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Amish, What is It About the Hills?

Today we ventured into the Amish Country, New York Style and it brought back memories of when I went through Amish Country in Missouri when I went cross country in 2012.  What is becoming clear is that the Amish like rolling hills, well maybe not so rolling.

The question that needs to be answered, when the Amish settled in various parts of this country why did they pick areas with big hills that have 8-12% grade with up and down terrain that never ends?  There must be a reason and I am looking for the people who read this blog to help me figure it out.

Well, today’s route beat me up pretty well.  By mile 20, I had lost my legs and losing your legs 1/3 of the way in is not a good thing.  We will get back to that in bit.

Putting aside that I was dragging the beauty of this area is incredible.  I have a few pictures below of the great vistas we saw and it was just a shame that I was dragging.

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Kansas = Wheat Fields, New York= Corn

When you get to a great scene the only thing you can do is lift your bike over your head. My favorite picture from the 2012 ride across the US is me standing in a field of wheat. Well, I can put my new favorite standing in front of corn with a magnificent valley behind me.  This is Amish Country and it was spectacular.

Phil in Kansas bike ovehead, amish country ny anchor house 2015

It’s All About the Team
When you are on a ride with a great group of friends, they step to the plate and do extraordinary things. Today a huge shout out goes to Steve, Niall, Chris and Beth who pulled me, encouraged me and slowed things down so I would not be left behind from mile 20 to mile 50.  And then, knowing that I needed to get in to the hotel by 2:30 for a business call they were OK with me taking off with renewed energy. Apparently, the coffee milkshake at mile 50, at Dandy’s (kind of like Wawa but still not Wawa, but then nothing is like Wawa) sent a surge through me as I crushed the last 10 miles, getting in at 2:26, seven minutes ahead of my teammates.  They said I was a rocket ship as I separated from them.  Bottom line they were awesome today and I know I will need them tomorrow.


The Eats
It is always about the Eats and tonight was no different.  But, as important as what we were going to have for dinner, the more amazing story was that I did not have lunch today to the amazement of my teammates.  The Coffee Milkshake was it, just my Cliff Bars, my Gel Bloks and my hydration.  A jaw dropping experience for those around me.  So, that left me waiting for a great meal which was Ribs and Chicken at Holmes 54 in Corning, NY.  It was quite the meal and worthy of a repeat visit down the line.

I wish I could tell you I went to the Corning Museum of Glass or that I ordered some Corning Ware and sent it home.  But alas, I was busy doing New Jersey Pest Management stuff plus relaxing.  I will need to make it back as this is one really neat town.

Steve and I going to a new place (not really)
Well, there is only a queen bed in Room 350 at the Corning Radison.  The question as we get ready to turn it in is will we share a bed and it is only a full.  Now we could change our names to Phyllis and Stephanie as girls always share beds but not so for guys. The bet is we are going to take a shot at this, could be interesting.

Day 3 could be interesting
As we go to sleep on Day 2, we are faced with a really hard day on Tuesday, massive climbs, 3,800 feet of climbing but the weather is looking rough. Thunderstorms in the AM 35% probability and it increases as the day goes along.  Word has it that if we have lightning we get pulled from the course so we have made the decision to get started at 6:30a and try and get as many miles in as we can. I have my rain gear ready to go, my rain jacket is wrapped around my seat and my rain booties are in my back pocket.  It will be in the 70s so rain pants are not necessary.  It will be interesting to see what my legs have in them based on the problems today.  The bottom line, I plan on giving it everything I can and the chips will fall as they may. Here is to a great Day 3 ahead!!!

Anchor House Day 1

So one day is in the books, 75 miles, 3005 feet of elevation according to the official Anchor House cue sheet, 3,610 feet according to my Garmin (bike GPS). Factor in amazing scenery along Lake Ontario, feeling great despite only riding for the last week.  And finish it off crashing a 90th birthday party for Phyl (Phyllis), well not really crashing, just stopped in to wish her a wonderful happy birthday.  More to come on all above.

Let’s Start with Phyl
When you ride 500 miles over 7 days the real great stuff is doing fun things that are memory makers.  Today was stopping into a party at the hotel we will be staying in tonight.  Under a tent was Phyl’s 90th party.  She is a wonderful lady, her daughter-in law is actually a business professor at the University of South Carolina so I had a really nice conversation with her. A quick picture with Phyl’s husband (I missed his name, that would be a strike against me) and a chance to meet her family and she was thrilled. I got a high five from her and encouragement on the rest of our ride. Way cool!!!


In Geneva NY, I stopped in to wish Phyl who was having her party at the hotel we are staying in a Happy 90th Birthday at her birthday party.  I am in the picture with Phyl and her husband

In Geneva NY, I stopped in to wish Phyl who was having her party at the hotel we are staying in a Happy 90th Birthday at her birthday party. I am in the picture with Phyl and her husband

The Erie Canal
The middle of the ride was across the Erie Canal. By the time we reached the canal I was feeling great. That was not the case early on when we reached mile 12 and my legs were a bit weary. Wondering how I would do 7 more legs of the same had me concerned.  Fast forward to mile 38 at the Erie Canal and I was like a rocket ship. The canal is flanked by a six track railroad and it is pretty darn wide.  Much wider than the Delaware Canal.  A turn to the right and we were headed south to Geneva, NY and Lake Seneca.


Erie Canal headed South

Erie Canal headed South

Rollers, I Love Rollers
For you non-cyclists, a roller is when you go down-hill at 25-35 miles per hour (MPH) and then go back up where your momentum carries you across the uphill at 20+ MPH.  Sometimes on a roller the uphill is too long and you slow down and when you do your MPH can decrease to 10, 8, 6 and in really steep hills down to 4.5.  So the object is the keep the momentum and the legs turning at 90 revolutions per minute (RPMs).  Well, the first half of today was filled with rollers and some were of the momentum variety and others were of the 4.5 MPH variety.  Fun, but challenging as we treked west along Lake Ontario.  We got some wonderful pictures, had lots of talking, lots of thinking time and simply a great ride.

Chimney Bluff State Park and Planet of the Apes
Along Lake Ontario is Chimney Bluff State Park, the home of our second rest stop.  I am convinced that it was the scene for the original Planet of the Apes scene when Charlton Heston realizes he is actually on Earth as he finds the Statue of Liberty along the Bluffs of the Atlantic.  But I think it was here!!!

Think back to the 1960s and the original Planet of the Apes, this picture at Chimney Bluffs State Park could be where they shot the famous scene of Charlton Heston finding the Statue of Liberty.  It looks like it is straight from the scene.  The only problem is there are no APES!!!

Think back to the 1960s and the original Planet of the Apes, this picture at Chimney Bluffs State Park could be where they shot the famous scene of Charlton Heston finding the Statue of Liberty. It looks like it is straight from the scene. The only problem is there are no APES!!!

My riding teammates
So, as I begin the journey some things are the same and some are different.  I am rooming with my great friend, basically my brother, Steve Preville.  We are like a married couple and it is my job to make sure that he is going in the right direction.  Joining Steve and I on the ride are Niall (pronounced Neal) who hails from Chalfont, PA and Chris Murphy who is from East Windsor, NJ.  That is who I rode with last year and they are as awesome as they were when I left them last July.  We have added a new person but a veteran of the ride Beth Caruso, who owns is part of Cafe Galleria, in Lambertville, NJ.  She is a great addition to our little team.  We all ride at basically the same pace and keep each other company. I know it will be a wonderful week.



Sign of the Day
If your club is to short stand closer to the tee!!!

Enlarge the post it note above the Urinal at the Port Bay Golf Club and you have the priceless words, "If you have a short club, stand closer to the tee"

Enlarge the post it note above the Urinal at the Port Bay Golf Club and you have the priceless words, “If you have a short club, stand closer to the tee”

Erie Canal to Geneva
The last half of the ride was easy-peezy.  Nice flats mixed with a few rollers and you have the recipe for an easy 37 miles.  We arrived in Geneva at 2:15p, had some pizza delivered lakeside, grabbed a few Riverhorse Summer Blondes and just chilled out.

Lookin’ Fine
Steve and I were matching today wearing the Cooper 2010 jerseys which were well received on the ride.  We have a list of people who want to purchase the jersey and as always they were a hit.  Steve wore the sleeve jersey and I the sleeveless both wearing the Cooper bike shorts.  If you ride great you have to look great!!!

Only one major problem in Geneva, the best restaurants are not open on Sunday night.  Go figure.  I had three restaurants pegged and all three are closed.  What gives…..

So, we are going to the Beef and Brew at 7p.  It may not be the Caribean place I had eyed but I am pretty sure it will not dissapoint.  When I called home to say high to Laura (I do miss her a lot on these trips) she asked out loud if I am the only one who gains wait on these trips.  I thougth it was a low blow since despite the fact that it is about the EATS I do not gain wait.  I am in charge of making sure our team is well fed on a daily basis. I take the role seriously and I have great restaurants lined up all week.

We ride to Corning, NY tomorrow, a similar ride to today.  It gets rough as we progress through the week.  I think it will be a matter of survival.  I plan on keeping the rubber to the road and one day down six to go.