My second PMC ride in 2020 was the classic Wellesley to Provincetown, Done over one weekend, July 18-19. This attempt was for my cousin Nancy who successfully fought Waldenström’s Macroglobulinemia a few years ago. She doesn’t live in Massachusetts, and so was not treated at the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute, but the DFCI does a lot of research on this particular cancer, so I imagine the funds raised by PMC may have helped her indirectly.
Jon, Moe, and I started on a Saturday morning, just a day after receiving our 2020 jerseys. Moe (orange helmet) is a “Living Proof” rider who was successfully treated for cancer five years ago, and still puts in big miles on the bike. Jon was my office-mate a few decades ago, and has remained a close friend, and constant cycling companion.
We wandered down to the South Shore, sometimes following the official route (shown here) and then diverting down Rt. 28.
Normally we end up in Bourne at the end of the first day, however the Mass Maritime Academy, along with most everything else, was closed, so we stay at my weekend house in Wareham, giving our feet a much needed break. My wife Laura made about 15 different dishes, and we made it through at least 13. Just gotta ask, who matches their sox, mask, and helmet?
The Sunday forecast look hot, so we started early that morning. The hardest part was the Bourne Bridge as you are required to walk over it. With a 2 foot drop to the highway on the left, and a 200 foot drop to the canal on the right, walking seemed a good idea.
We followed Rt. 6A along the northern coast of Cape Cod, stopping for water at … Cumby’s in Brewster! We had tickets for the 3pm ferry, and skipped the worst hills. However, we couldn’t resist taking our picture, proving that we were the first riders in 2020 to make it to Provincetown. The streak continues.
Watch at least the first two minutes of the PMC Reimagined video. We are in there multiple times.
It was a long hot ride, so we cooled off on the front lawn of the Town Hall before our ferry back to Boston. Yes, Jon is not wearing a mask, but in his defense, neither is the dog.
While Jon and Moe made new friends, I took a quick spin to the Provincetown Inn, the traditional finish line for the Sunday ride, then out to Race Point Beach. Little did I know I was going to be in a very embarrassing situation here in just two weeks.