OK, It was about 1:45pm on Thursday May 29. I'm at work just waiting for 8:15pm so I can go home and finish packing for my flight on Friday morning. Time was just creeping. Not the way that time creeps when you are waiting for your up coming birthday party or for a fun holiday like Christmas, but in that really slow way like you have just won a bunch of money and are waiting for that big check in the mail. It is here yet !!! Apparently, this feeling wasn't hidden inside of me but on my sleeve for everyone in the office to see. So much so that my Boss Jim, softly sent me home. I was so grateful. The ALC7 spirits were with me.
I was home so fast that I put lightening to shame. Needless to say, like many newbie riders, I didn't sleep a wink. The next morning as I was boarding the plane thoughts of "did I forget something" dominated my brain. Of course if I did forget something I could buy it in San Francisco. But my mind couldn't handle a logical thought. My brother was very calm though. He signed up to be a roadie. From the moment my Mom dropped us off in front of the South West Terminal, he was steady as a rock. Thank God, because I was all over the place. The airport experience was the best I had ever had. As we were waiting for the plane, people came up to us and asked if we were on our way to San Francisco for the ride. Yes !!! there were many people wearing ALC t-shirts and as we recognized each other we expressed our joy with warm smiles and hugs. A friend of my Brothers picked us up at the airport and there was room for one more in the truck so Sarah ( another rider) hopped in and off we went to the Cathedral Hotel. As we entered the lobby of the hotel, there were cyclist everywhere. Excitement filled the air and I realized that all of us,including the roadies, ALC Staff and sponsors are all spokes on a skinny tire that is going to ride over AIDS/HIV and wipe it out. We will not stop until there is a cure.