My friend, Pastor Cheri Lyon, told me about this event that honored the lives of those fallen in duty and raised funds for the police chaplains. About 134 people gathered for the 100K and 30K rides, including my friend Jeff and his Air Force team that rode across Iowa several times. While they rode the full 100K from Albuquerque to Santa Fe, I took the cautious journey to Tijeras.The ride was amazing. With motorcycle police blocking every intersection, we rode from downtown Albuquerque, on Central Avenue, the old Route 66, eastward into the Sandia foothills. Perhaps the busiest street in all of Albuquerque, and one of the most historic routes in America, was completely closed for us. Every few miles a bagpiper played for different officers killed in the line of duty.
As unique as the ride was, it was not simple. In the 16-some miles I rode, we gained over 1,500 feet in elevation. Plus, as we rode into Tijeras Canyon, the wind funneled at us, and even the downhills were slowed by a strong headwind.
Suddenly, we reached a transition point that featured an abundance of Golden Pride burritos. While my ride was done, as Jeff and team continued on, it really only began.