Life is often times overwhelming and many situations can be daunting when it feels like you have to take on the world alone.
I have been fortunate enough to have many wingmen (and wingwomen) during my cycling experiences. I mainly train alone but when game day comes and the road stretches on forever and the hills are steep and relentless I prefer to have a wingman. My wingman helps me with practical things like getting to the porta-potty at a rest stop or refilling water bottles and getting snacks to fuel our bodies. However, I can get any stranger to help me with that stuff. My wingman is there to share the burden and provide support when things get tough. Often times the support is not physical or verbal and may not even be perceived by someone outside the situation. It comes in the form of a mutual understanding of the goal and the suffering it might take to get there. It comes in the mutual understanding of the ridiculous experiences we have had and will have on the way to that goal. I might ride all day with my Dad and a typical conversation will go like this:
“You hungry? Wanna stop and stretch in a few miles?”
“Sure, next spot we see.”
Then during our pit stop:
“You gonna finish that Cliff Bar?”
“No, go for it.”
…
“Ready?”
“Let’s go.”
This “conversation” may occur several times throughout the day but these might be the only words that are said during 5 or 6 hours on the road. Most of the time words are not needed. Action is our communication.
Uncle Steve is a little less silent. However his communication comes in the form of humming, singing, whistling, random bird impressions, and goofy comments.
Uncle Steve called me the other night and told me he would come down from Libby, MT to be my wingman for the century in Palm Springs next month. I do not expect deep conversation during our ride but I do expect that we will finish together like we always do.

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