DMC joined others on September 12th for a 100 mile bike ride for charity. Together, DMC and the other participants raised over $750,000 for charity!!
Check out Photos from the event - HERE!
The Ride!
Yo everybody! The ride was crrrrazy. First of all, I didn't even train for it (which was insane in its own right) but I just woke up that rainy Saturday morning and said I'm gonna do this. I came outside, and it was pouring!!! I was going to use that as an excuse not to go, but I thought about "the Kids!" So... I jumped in my truck and headed to the city. It was raining like crazy, so I said to myself, "if I get through the tunnel and it is still raining, then I am definitely not gonna ride!" I didn't wanna ride if it was bright and sunny, so what makes you think I wanna ride in the rain! If it was cloudy with a little drizzle I said "I'm going back home!" Crazy-Ass Jessie Itzler (I love this guy, the most caring, but daring, friend a person could ever ask for) had sent out an email the night before saying "We are riding rain or shine!!!" I was sooooo mad at him! He's the guy that put all this together and for all the good reasons of doing something for others. Anyway, I came out the tunnel and headed to the place we were starting from. When I arrived there I couldn't find any parking lots to take my truck, (I have a big pick-up) so I was going to use that as an excuse not to ride!... They had special parking! (Curses!)
I parked my truck, got my bike and got in line with all the other riders. I said to myself this isn't that bad at all. As a matter of fact, this is going to be easy! Im going to do 20 to 25 miles and then I'm done!!!
The ride started and surprisingly from NYC to Queens was incredibly eeeeeeeeee-Z!!! So I figured, what the hell, I can go from Queens to Long Island. This next leg of the ride wasn't too bad either, the hard thing is keeping up with the group you try to bunch up with, and when they pull away, you're scared to get left so you exert massive amounts of energy trying to hang with these people. (Most of the riders were tri-athlon athletes and long distance bikers) Oh my godness.... I got into this with a bunch of male and female Lance Armstrong clones! I was able to make it out to Strong Island (what we call Long Island after Public Enemy put em on the map) and at this point we've done a little over 40 miles. I was going to call it a day, but my rider friends coaxed me to "go for the next leg! its only to the 70 some-odd mile mark and we are breaking for lunch."
Set change: I'm riding out toward the Hamptons, thinking, "get to lunch, get to lunch!" It was fairly easy at first, but then...... I hit the 64 mile mark and all hell breaks loose! Hallucinations, my ass is killlllllllling me, my back hurts, my arms hurt, my neck hurts! I'm looking at the L.I. Railroad stations saying "I'm gonna drop this bike and hop on the train back to The NYC!" But the voice in my head was like "remember the kids! Remember the kids!" I'm thinking "man I would rather be dressed up as a clown sitting in the cage where they can 'hit the target and dunk the clown!' because this riding stuff is insane!!!" Well, from 64 to 70 miles was the worst experience of the whole ride! My fellow bikers were passing by me at alarming numbers, it hurt to go up hill, it hurt to go down hill! I was ready to give up and call it a day when all of a sudden... Jessie comes by screaming "Yeah D! You're doing great!!!" I said to myself, "where is he getting all this positive energy?!!! How in the world can this guy be so happy?!!" 65, 66, 67 on the bike mile counter, it got to 70 and I was flipping out because there was no lunch stop in sight!!! Just when I said that, off to my right I saw this little pizza shop, but no bikers? But after 2 more feet, down the street, I saw the rendezvous point, the base, the place for rest and lunch!
I hopped off the bike and tore into 4 chicken wraps, 8 chocolate chip cookies, 2 diet-Cokes, and some type of pasta salad that I would never eat. Just as I was going back for seconds, Jessie comes over with all this enthusiastic energy, "Lets go D! 30 more miles to go, we have another rest stop 12 miles from here and...." he's stops talking because of the look on my face, and I say "there's no way I'm getting back on that mechanical piece of insanity! You're trying to torture me! If you wanna kill me, just shoot me! Its a rap for me! See that wrap over there! Its a rap! I don't sing, I rap! Its a rap!" Jessie says "Calm down, calm down! I gotcha man! I understand, you trooped it!!! You did 70 miles with out a rehearsal! I'm so happy that you came!" He hugs me, says "see ya at the beach," and hops on his bike and rides off into the afternoon.
I just looked at him ride away shook my head and said "crazy mutha.........!
Now for the rhyme:
I woke up this morning and hopped on a bike
I went for a ride instead of rocking the mic
Me and my friends, and all that I like
Off we went riding, down the turnpike
We thought of the kids, and all of the smiles
The things that we did, to conquer the miles
For a good reason, we do what we do!
Always thinking of the question..."what if the kid..in need was YOU?
So we went riding, in sun or the rain,
Didn't care bout the weather, the hurt or the pain
It isn't a race, so go at your own speed
Because we came to ride, for people In need!!!
DMC
Check out Photos from the event - HERE!
For more information on the City to the Sand 100 Mile Ride, click HERE
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