On the morning of the ride, Dad drove up to Edmonds, WA to the Cascade Bicycle Club Registration Point.  After failing the impromptu test regarding his bib number, he was still able to remember his name, and the registration people gave him his t-shirt and bib.  At least now, if anyone asked his bib number, he could turn around and they could read it off his back.  Then, with a slight squeal of the brakes, Dad was rocketing down the hill towards the ferry dock.

Edmonds Ferry Dock

When he arrived Dad remembered that he had not picked up a map for the ride.  Since Dad does not have a GPS for the bike, maps are often key to successfully following the route.  He considered the risk of riding without a map and decided he could follow the other cyclists.  There were bound to be dozens of them along every stretch of the route.  What could possibly go wrong? Read More…