|Cochise County Cycling Classic|
So off we all went in the bikemobile down to Douglas. We stopped off at Kartchner Caverns and the Bisbee mine tour on the way and the kids loved them both. We actually managed to time things quite nicely, we managed to slide into the Douglas Fairgrounds at 5:20 to check in and attend the bike patrol meeting at 5:30. I chatted up Wayne Churchman who recognized me before I recognized him thanks to a new moustache, he commented Douglas was a long drive for a 45 mile ride. I told him we were bike tourists. Then we picked up our packets and t-shirts including Joseph's and went to listen to Sheila in the bike patrol meeting. Sheila is an old friend that used to go to our church when she lived up in Mesa. Enter Fuji. Fuji is Barbara's dog and of course, all dogs love kids or is it vice versa? So it seems they found something to entertain them while I was instructed on the finer points of bike patrol.
The kids it turned out, had become psyched about the spaghetti dinner after all and so all thoughts of Dairy Queen were out of their minds. Before dinner though we needed to run to Walmart since we had left Adela's backpack behind, I mean it wasn't like there were any distraction going on when we departed huh? So, one pair of shoes and new outfit later, and also a brief delay waiting for the border overflow traffic to let us through (lot's of folks trying to get back to Mexico at sunset), we were off to enjoy our spaghetti dinner. Had a good talk with Patty and Ajai. Ajai was doing the full enchilada, the big early, the double stuffing, the big ride, the reason it is the Cochise "COUNTY" Cycling Classic. Kid's loved talking to them. Kid's loved talking to everyone actually. Cochise is one of those rides that is the equivalent of life in a small town. Everyone pretty much meets everyone and much of that happens at the dinner. They were the only kids there really.
|Josh and Adela's Spaghetti dinner|
I prodded the kids to get up around 6:15 and headed out to the front of the hotel to take pictures of the 157 and 92 mile guys as they went by. They were ready when I got back and we packed up and headed to the start line where they made no delay in finding Fuji and Barbara. I wandered around a bit and then we all lined up and I decided to tuck my pullover under one of the traffic cones and chance the cold morning.
Josh hurried out with the pack despite my wish to hold back but I figured he'd blow up within a mile or two anyway and then we could hold a more practicle pace. Sure enough, after turning off the Pan American Hwy there he was and we caught him fairly quickly. It wasn't too long before we were taking our illustrious position of being the last riders. Being bike patrol I felt that since I wasn't around to help anyone I would at the very least pickup all the event related garbage along the route which mostly consisted of empty gel packs. We did find a 2004 El Tour shirt though which came in handy later on.
|The Long Road back to Douglas|
The kids had remained surprisingly upbeat until Adela had to go to the bathroom and we discovered that there were not any on the last 15 miles of the route. We eventually were forced into a rather pastoral area by the road where relief was found as well as a good use for that t-shirt we picked up. Just before we stopped there Josh proclaimed he "quit" but after the break he was ready to finish after having what must have been a pep talk from Sheila.
I am often surprised how one gets extra energy from somewhere when the last few miles of the ride starts. Josh bolted across Douglas looking for that finish line. We pulled in at one minute after one with a time of 5 hours and 1 minute. Josh's bike computer showed 4 hours and 22 minutes of riding time and mine showed 4 hour and 10 minutes of riding time (we got to ride faster when we would catch up to him after picking up garbage).
|Um, can't remember why she looks like she's crying, probably something her brother did..|
We hung around the finish for awhile while the kids entertained the PBAA staff. When Dan rode in (100 mile world record holder, 10 time Cochise winner, yada yada yada) Josh was calling out to him like they were old friends which seemed to catch Dan off guard a little but after he had had a minute to recover a bit (234 miles is quite aways to go in 11 and a half hours after all) he came over and started talking to Josh about Josh starting to race next season and how he knew some of the Two Wheel Jones guys. Dan's a class act for sure. Cochise is one of those events where everyone gets to rub shoulders so to speak and it was very cool it really made Josh's day.
Can't say anything of interest happened on the way home. Had Pizza, had ice cream, had a long drive where Josh pulled a switcheroo on me while I was filling the tank and stole the gummy bears I had hidden away just so he wouldn't get to them. Impulsivity disorders and medications that give you the appetite of Scooby Doo are not a good idea in my mind, need to talk to the doctor about that come to think of it, before he blows up like a balloon.
Yes it was a long drive for a 45 mile ride. If you look at it from a 9 year old's perspective though, it may as well be a century. It's also a wonderful opportunity to meet the folks behind the scenes when they don't have 9000 cyclists milling around them. Time well spent.