Sturbridge to Bourne to Provincetown
Well this Pan Mass Challenge ride was different in many ways. The most poignant difference for me was that this was the first PMC Ride I've done since my daughter Sabina passed away in November. She was with me every mile, represented by the winged angel my son-in-law Robi had given to me, which I zip-tied to my bike's top tube. I had many quiet miles alone, particularly on Day 1, to think of her. It's odd, that this is my 11th PMC ride- when I began it I had no idea how personal this event would become to me. And this is what cancer does to lives. And this is why we ride, and do research, and donate to important causes like this one. It's clear that everyone on this PMC ride, and of course almost every one of us, has a cancer story. One of the more poignant moments for me was at the end of Day 1 towards the end of the day's ride in Bourne when I came upon a rider who had a photograph of a teenage boy named Nathan on the back of his jersey with the years 2000-2