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Ras Epilogue: Eating the wolf.

June 06, 2014

Okay, so it's Thursday night, and we're all in a crowded hotel bar in Clonakilty. And I mean all of us. The real Ras is in the same hotel tonight. There's a quite mighty craic. Alan bumps into Emma O'Reilly and gets caught up after many years, a world away from Boulder, Colorado. Paul chats with former Irish Olympian Seamus Downey, his wife, and their friends. Seamus tonight is the proud father of An Post rider Sean Downey, who's kicking ass and taking names in the Ras this year as the top Irish rider, sitting 6th on GC. They're reminiscing with anecdotes and memories of Paul's late dad J.J. Lots of the Race the Ras guys are here too, all having a great time. I'm sitting with Aaron and Brian McCormack, and we're enjoying that ever-so-perilous 'just one I promise' after dinner pint. Slouching at stools at a high bar table next to us is a group of skinny, tan, clean cut and identically tracksuited 20-somethings. ...

Day 8: Newbridge - Skerries 107km: Skerries, Sun and a 99.

June 06, 2014

We're coming home boys. Up the Dubs. One more day on the rocky road to Dublin. In Mullingar last night, I rested limbs so weary, Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy, Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin', That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking. To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while, At my curious style, Twould set your heart a-bubblin'... On the rocky road to Dublin One, two, three, four five. Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road, And all the way to Dublin, Whack-fol-lol-de-ra. This road to Dublin will be a promenade. Piano piano. (I hope.) There's an 'end-of-term' feel about the gathering at the start this morning. Still cool and wet, but sun is predicted (finally, I'll believe it when I see it). The entire race the Ras Team before the final stage to Skerries. The entire Race the Ras team gathers for one more dedication, and a ...

The power of random coincidence, and why we're here.

June 05, 2014

It's day two. A rainy morning in Roscommon. Rain jacketed guys are huddled with their bikes under small doorways on the main street to stay dry. Paul and I are on our bikes and circling, impatient to get this show on the road. Tired of waiting around in the rain. Clan McCormack in their natural habitat: Paul, Brian and Alan. The moderately paced group goes out 15 minutes before ours. "C'mon Eddy O, lets go!" says Paul as he gets out of the saddle and sprints onto the back of the train. "Paul, that's not our group...". I circle back. My pal diappears with the group. Later maybe just under and hour or so into the ride, I see Paul standing with a group of folks by the side of the road. He's talking. He rejoins our group again. I don't think much of it at the time, figured he was doing some Race the Ras PR chatting with the other group for awhile. After what seems like a decade later, that afternoon back at the hotel while...

Day 7: Carrick on Suir - Baltinglass 147km. A gap too far.

June 04, 2014

The mood around the Super Valu parking lot in Carrick on Suir this morning is somber. It's raining and cold. Again. Ok, let's get on with it! My roommate Aaron McCormack got hit hard by that stomach virus last night. Staying up drinking with Alan seems now like it might have been the lesser of two evils, but not by much. "We shouldn't have drank so much, bad for the adrendal glands. I'd never have done that if we were racing." says Alan. Well, it's all more water under the bridge now amigo. I feel great this morning. Fired up. Get on the bike. It feels like there's no chain today. There's only one more big obstacle in the Ras. A 3 stepped climb up and over Mt. Leinster. As we're not doing the big Wicklow climbs this year, I've convinced myself this substitute won't be too bad. About 30 minutes or so of hard effort. With about 600 miles behind me, I'm getting cocky. I've avoided getting sick. My legs fe...

Savage roadman.

June 04, 2014

Soigneur secrets of the Ras number 44: Niall is living proof of the efficacy of Ireland's time-tested cure for a hard blow to the face. I was quite fortunate to meet and get to know a lot of impressive bike riders on Race the Ras. But if someone asked me to pick my 'man of the Ras' , there would be no contest. It'd be Niall. No doubt jongen . By a long shot. 'No one else in the photo' as they'd say in Belgium. I met Niall on the road on the first day of the Ras. He looked totally euro pro, Assos shorts, kit all matching, bike clean and impeccable. Pedalled great, smooth on the bike, perfect position. He was familiar with most of the climbs we'd be doing. He knew their savage nature, and counseled us yanks to respect what lay ahead. Niall was also patient. For being the total idiot I am, for the next few days I mis-remembered his name and kept calling him Colin. He graciously let me off the hook, "Eddy, my name's Niall."...

Day 6: Clonakilty to Carrick on Suir, 168km. My Irish influences named John.

June 02, 2014

So meet the boys from Kerry, and meet the boys from Clare From Dublin, Wicklow, Donegal and the boys of old Kildare Some came from a land beyond the sea From Boston and New York But the boys who beat the Black and Tans Were the boys from the County Cork. I'm riding through County Cork this morning. My uncle Johnny's land. Uncle Johnny was my Cork connection. John 'Uncle Johnny' Jeffers showed up one October day at our Boston family home, back in 1970. He wasn't really my uncle, although we called him that. A cousin to my grandmother, close enough. A few times back in those years, uncle Johnny came and stayed with us quite awhile, with his 'own ones'. He used to go back and forth between Ireland and Boston a lot, never could decide which country he belonged to or wanted to stay in. Pensioned from the postal service I recall. Sometimes he'd visit us, sometimes relatives in Everett. We gladly squeezed him into our tiny house, without q...

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