Every single Sunday morning for the past twenty-five years the Half Fast Bicycle group has met for breakfast. Somewhere in the Fort Worth area. And after breakfast, we may ride somewhere. Steve keeps us on roads with no traffic. The title ‘half fast’ was my wife, Marlene’s title for the bunch. We have no formal organization papers, although the name appears on some of the gang’s custom carbon fiber bicycles.
The wise guys in our bunch say that we have no by-laws only by-suggestions. If a new person shows up, one of us will declare “I am in charge of new members. Just give me fifty bucks and you are in.” But if we start getting too many showing up (more that ten riders), Cinco just calls only the core group on Sat. night at 6 pm to let us know where we will meet the next morning.
Cinco (Edward Phillips, the Fifth) calls each of the interested bike riders at 6 pm Saturday and leaves a cryptic message, such as “The Guys at Eight. The Guys at Eight.” If Marlene and I can make it, we will show up at the designated breakfast place. In this case, the cafe on the square in Weatherford at 8 am.
The group has about ten interested riders. All may not show up–vacations, illness, etc.–but for all these years we have met for breakfast. The location varies, but even if it is raining, snowing, sleeting, freezing–no mater the weather, we’ll meet for breakfast. Afterward we may ride our bicycles somewhere. ‘Where’ is not decided until we are rolling and someone says “How about to the golf course?” or some other direction.
There are dozens of bike routes around Weatherford that have little traffic. Sometimes the wind or the temperature influences our decision. As we are getting older, the routes are getting sorter. Now, most are about forty miles. That’s about my comfort limit.
Two of the younger riders were State Mountain Bike Champions in their age groups, and one woman has won gold in World Track Racing. The group is kind and, at times, waits for me or another slow, old rider to catch up.
Good exercise and friendship.