No big deal at first. I remembered where I was, what I was thinking, etc. Then I started thinking more about it. I was thinking the firefighters had a hard day ahead of them, but they are studs and that's what they do. Instead of going into a burning house and saving people, they first had to climb 90 flights of steps carrying a hundred pounds of gear, then start saving people. It was going to be a long hard day for them, but at the end of the day, they would be home having a nice meal with their family before going to sleep exhausted. I never once thought the towers would collapse. I never once thought people would start jumping out of the buildings.
|The firefighters were going up while everyone else that could was going down.|
The more I thought about 9/11, the sadder I became and the harder I pedaled. I was thinking to myself that I really don't know what hard is. What the emergency personnel did on 9/11 was hard. Riding my bike is not hard. I am so fortunate to be free and about half way through the ride I decided to dedicate the ride to the emergency personnel that responded on 9/11.
Despite multiple traffic stops and unfavorable wind, I did PR the ride....