Randonneurs are rightly viewed by their friends as a determined lot, logging miles in 100km multiples.
Friday afternoon. Some cyclists opt to be close to the the action, camping at the water's edge in Union Point Park, near the start of the the ride.
Cyclists anticipate the Saturday morning start of the 30-, 75-, and 100-mile routes.
Capturing the festive mood of the weekend, these kids felt obliged to test the sprinkler system.
Riding buddy and friend, Sridhar, in Blackbeard MS team Jersey. Sridhar and I have ridden together this year more than 1000km of sanctioned randonees. Thanks, Sridhar! On Sridhar's left is Karen Ambrose, capable captain and organizer of my MS team, the Rehab Racers, out of WakeMed. Thanks, Karen, for your charitable work!
This weekend, I learned something interesting. . . Our Fearless Leader, Al Johnson, is a native son of New Bern! Not only was he a great riding companion, but doubled as tour guide, pointing out several points of interest.
First class operation. With its many volunteers, the MS folks really know how to spoil cyclists, with complete SAG and rest stops every 10-15 miles. This particular operation of filling drink bottles was as efficient as an Indy pit stop. What the picture fails to capture are nearby volunteers stuffing cyclists' personal drink bottles with (n)ice!
An interesting community on the 100-mile route.
The approach back to New Bern (between the two distant cranes) at about mile 95 over the Neuse and Trent river bridges, the only hills on the route.
Sumptuous buffet reminds me of the ingenious NC randonneuring slogan coined by Branson Kimball: Ride, Eat, Sleep. Once again, the MS people spare nothing.
And when sleep finally restrains us, may we find ourselves in the misty contours of our dreamworld in the shape of fun-loving kids!