Well Uncle Dave is a cyclist. A pretty hardcore cyclist and this past weekend he was in town to ride in the Paris to Ancaster race. This is not the type of bike riding Uncle Dave typically does. He usually sticks to the road, but some of his cycling club were riding in it and he thought it would be fun.
What is the Paris to Ancaster race? It's a 60km race over some pretty tough trails, farmland and roadways. You can watch a condensed version of the race here.
Mike got to hang with him and a couple of his buddies for a bit longer. He helped out getting them to the start line so they could leave their car at the finish line. He's good people like that.
The cool thing about this race is it cuts right through my backyard.... more or less.
That's the Abster just before the bikes started whizzing by. We had our eyes peeled watching for Uncle Dave, but the rain that morning ensured that everyone was covered in mud and all kind of looking alike.
We cheered on hundreds and hundreds of riders and it really was my pleasure to do so. If all this running has taught me anything.... a little encouragement goes a very long way. We got lots and lots of thank yous, smiles, head nods, and finger points for our support. Lots of them asked how much further and one guy asked we had any vodka. And then finally we saw him. Or rather, he saw us and called out HEY! By the time we realized it was him, he was here....
The guy at the back with red stripe.
After our 0.002 seconds with Uncle Dave, Granny and Abby went down to the finish line, where Uncle Dave was looking for a hug.
But this was as close as she was willing to get..
So at the end of the day Uncle Dave came in 204th overall out of 1307 riders and 57th out of 284 riders in his age group. Nicely done Daver.