Breck Epic 1st post

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The Breck Epic begins tomorrow.  Jon and I will be posting internet fodder for the enjoyment of mostly ourselves.  But if you are trying to kill time at work or need something to help you sleep, read on.

Today being our nation's Independence Day, we felt it fitting that we celebrate by riding.  Well, our respective wives celebrated by riding.  Sue and Deb rocked the Firecracker course and brought home hardware (free pint glass with the free post-ride beer from Backcountry Brewery).   Each wife took on the grueling 25 mile course tag team style.  For those of you who don't know the course, it comes out to 50 miles of rather challenging terrain.  Oh, who am I kidding, it's a scorned, vindictive, body-pounding bitch of a course.   It's the course that has been chosen for the Marathon National Championships, and it's a pretty cool event, despite the beating.  The course starts out on Main street of Breckenridge, and the mountain bikers are the main attraction of the 4th of July Parade.   Sue and Deb rolled down Main Street as rock-star celebrities, slapping high-fives and waving to adoring kids.  Then Deb left Sue at the Ice Rink to continue the first leg.  And that's when hell begins.  Afterward, Sue told me that the course was harder than I had let on.  She was right.  But if I had told her how tough it really was, she wouldn't have signed up.  

As a side note, the parade was full of candy-throwing paraders.  Syd and Jake successfully played the cute card for each one, and collected more candy than on Halloween.   Another side note, we discovered that our kids are rabidly afraid of fireworks.   In fact, no more than 20 seconds into the fireworks show, Syd cried out,"Let's go back inside! I want to go to bed!"  Now that's terror.   Jake was scared speechless, burying his disproportionately sized head into Sue's chest.  I'd be embarrassed for my boy, except that he gets that cowardice entirely from me.  I don't think I could sleep alone in my own room until I went to college.  Correction, I had a roommate in college, so it was much later than that.  On a positive note, however, I've discovered a fail-safe way to get these rugrats to bed.  "If you don't close your eyes and keep quite, WE"RE GOING TO GO SEE FIREWORKS!"

Time for rest now.  The prologue is tomorrow.  9 miles straight up a large mountain.  

Chow.