This year the Dutch edition of the ride for the roses started in the city of Groningen. For me that’s just around the corner so here was the chance to ride with other cyclists. I always ride alone, I had no idea yet what it is like to ride in the peleton or what it’s like to ride in somebody else’s wheel or have someone else riding in yours.
In the first place the ride is an event to focus on cancer. Victims, research, fund-raising, dealing with it. The local newspaper had organized quite a campaign around Thea, a woman who has chosen to live her final months in public. Which can be a great support to a lot of people but (this is hard to say) might raise an eyebrow to others. I have seen cancer from very close. My parents were a lifelong donator to the cancer fund, the KWF cancer symbol was a common sight at home. Cancer itself was unknown in the family, but it popped up his ugly head and took an aunt and my dad. He found a way to deal with it. Personally I cannot find much comfort in Thea’s campaign, to many one-liners, in the ride even interleaved with messages from the sponsors. But no criticism, any way to deal with it is good but I just had to get this of my chest. Anyway, I didn’t fill in my “I ride for” form, had my dad in mind and my eyes on the road.
The ride itself almost chocked in its success. Some 8000 cyclist did the 100 km cycle tour. Which is a greater number than some of our local roads can handle. Leading to bouchons (traffic jams) all along the route.
But in between it was great to ride. Riding in a group you make so much more speed, I was amazed. The ride is not a race, it’s a tour. But I have to confess I have been trying to go full steam as much as possible. Especially rolling through a village with cheering spectators makes you really step on it. My best moment of the ride was Surhuisterveen. Party on the sidewalks and I found myself overtaking one after the other. And then all of a sudden a stretch of empty road was before me and I immediately felt the extra energy that takes. One of the riders I just had passed popped up in front of me and offered me his wheel. He pulled me to the next group. Thanks again man ! Full cycling experience in a couple of km’s.
The ride was over before I realized it. We had to queue again to receive our rose.
Totally content I paddled home.