I have to give props to my pops.
My dad has done the Seattle to Portland Bicycle Classic a few years in a row. It’s a two-day event where thousands of hardcore cyclists peddle more than 200 miles (325 km) from the Emerald City to the City of Roses (he once rode the bike in the photo). There’s a camp at the mid-way point where they crash for a night. Except this year, my dad’s tent wasn’t at the campsite when he arrived so he kept going all the way to Portland. He completed the entire thing in one day — started the ride at 5:15 in the morning and finished it at 10:00 that night.
Did I mention he’s 65 years old?
The man has been making me look like a lazy bum my whole life, but I have to give him kudos.