I just finished this year’s Cycle For Survival ride.
My legs could keep going, but the seats on stationary bicycles do not coincide well with my overweight, out of shape, almost 72 year old tushy.
In any event, there we go. Another year of riding…and, we hope with all our hearts, that much closer to finding treatments, or even cures, for the scourge of cancer.
I’ll put up a picture, when our sainted daughter-in-law sends it to me.