The Gambler

Anyone that has rolled Foodpark over the past year+ knows who The Gambler is. On the second of July I was the unfortunate recipient of a phone call from the Gambler..."I'm going to roll to FP, want to join me?" was the message...before I could say "Hellz, NO!" I said - "Yes." So I slept very poorly on the night of the second of July. I woke up extra early after finally falling asleep at 2:30 a.m. I felt as if I were in a nightmare the sun was not even up yet! Sucks to be me...So I leave the house and meet up with The Gambler at the San Gabriel River Mouth. The torture was about to begin...have you ever awoke from a bad dream only to be caught in another...

He "rolled" at 23 into a stiff headwind and dragged my weary ass for 20+ miles down to the Coffee Bean in Irvine, which is the start of the infamous Foodpark Ride.

What happens next is a blurrrrr.....Then the ride is over and we head home....
So you ask, "What is it like to suck wheel after a long ride to a grueling group ride, while "rolling" with the Gambler? (Who just happens to ride up to the wheel of an equally large Moose-Tri-Racer...

So above you see Kenny rolling with a Tri-guy and judging by my distance behind them and the fact I am carrying a camera in my right hand taking pictures, I win as the biggest idiot! Oh,yeah, this was our cruising speed...after Foodpark!