“The graying of The Bubbas,” is real. Nate said it.
It was humid and the roots were just a bit slimy and slick, but it wasn’t a problem for nineteen Bubbas in The Woods this past Sunday morning. We broke some kind of record for attendance today with the help of additional folks like 73 year old Rhode Island Bruce pushing us along.
Our special guest today was Carol, who came up Massachusetts up to Midcoast Maine to “ride Bubba” again. And here’s Carol herself, front and center as we celebrate her riding with us today.
We’ve been at if for decades, and with the advent of modern bike technology, there’s hardly a frame breaking all season. It’s even a rare event to even have “a mechanical” anymore. Maybe a broken chain, or a flat, but that is about it.
We ride out of habit. We ride to rack up those Strava PR’s (Personal Records).
We ride to commiserate on the climbs. We ride to get our weight down. We ride to sip beers tailgating in the parking lots. We ride to be with other riders.
I’m riding still because I can.