This year’s Pan Mass Challenge, my 20th, was quite special. I had the honor and privilege to ride with two first year riders, son and daughter of a riding buddy who lost his battle to cancer ten years ago. Now they’re both old enough to ride the PMC.
In typical PMC form (Commit: You’ll Figure It Out), at the pre-event dinner last year, she made the commitment. "I’d like to ride the PMC." She hadn’t ridden a bike in years, she didn’t even own a bike, she didn’t really know what she was committing to. But she knew that she wanted to do it. So, still a teenager, she committed to riding the Pan Mass Challenge and to raising $4800 for cancer research.
And her commitment drew her older brother along. He committed to riding the PMC as well. No family discounts here…he also committed to raising $4800.
We pulled their father's bikes out of storage and had them refurbished. They trained through the spring and early summer and started their fundraising.
Then Saturday morning rolled around. She hadn’t ridden further than 20 miles on the road; he had some miles under his belt. Just enough to know what he didn’t know…
Saturday morning. 6:15. 85 miles. Unknown.
These two young adults taped photos of themselves with their father on their handlebars, hugged and kissed their mom, and hit the road.
I had not ridden with them before and didn’t really know what to expect.
We started off at a nice easy pace, covering the familiar roads of Needham and Dover. We had started early, so for a while we had the roads to ourselves. Survivors and supporters were just starting to set up their chairs and signs along the route.
Then, the first fast cyclists from Wellesley caught up with us. We lost a chain, stopped to fix it, and continued on.
These two young adults, my heroes for the weekend, just kept pedaling along. They took it all in…the supporters shouting encouragement, the cowbells, the pedal partner posters, the excitement.
The hills, the rain, the wind.
I rode every mile of the first day with them, intent on getting them across the finish line in Bourne safe and sound. And we crossed the finish line together early Saturday afternoon.
The second day was a near mirror of the first…except that we started with sore legs. They had a better understanding of what they needed to do…except that every mile was new to them. No worries...they hugged and kissed their mom and rolled out of the driveway, photos taped to their handlebars, intent on making the finish line.
Day Two of the Pan Mass Challenge always holds a surprise or two. No, the Cape is not flat. Yes, there’s traffic. Sometimes more experienced riders crowd newbies a bit. Occasionally it’s incredibly windy on Route 6.
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| Route 6, heading into Provincetown |
Did I mention the headwind?
When we crossed the finish line together in Provincetown just before noon on Sunday, it was a magical moment. Their mom was waiting for them, arms outstretched, so proud of what my two heroes accomplished. So much of their father in them. Continuing his legacy. So much inspiration for others.
We would appreciate your support of the PMC, of the Dana Farber Cancer Institute, and the important work being conducted.
Will you make a donation today?
With love,
Lee
To make a donation, please visit http://www2.pmc.org/profile/LL0033 . 100% of your donation goes directly to the Dana Farber. All donations are 100% tax deductible.
