How Leroy Placed Second In The Leroy’s Dog 120 Mile Invitational While Everyone Else Was Racing At Leadville

09.10.2015 | 7:51 am

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A Note from Fatty: Today’s guest post is by frequent favorite commenter and (man’s best) Friend of Fatty, leroy’s dog.

How Leroy Placed Second In The Leroy’s Dog 120 Mile Invitational While Everyone Else Was Racing At Leadville
By leroy’s dog

Leroy worried about turning 40 until he woke up on his 40th birthday feeling no different than the day before. After that, turning 50 was no big deal. But approaching his last birthday before 60, he felt as if he were about to be chewed up like truck stop beef jerky and spat out the back of the grupetto of old age and irrelevance.

Okay, I made up that part about the grupetto, but he was complaining that his age sounded old.

Fortunately, I know how to cheer leroy up. Leroy likes long solo rides, it gives him quiet time to gather his thoughts. So I planned a birthday ride of twice his age in miles. I added two miles to make it a round number.

I knew I had to go with him though. On a ride that long, he’d get lost in thought, run out of thoughts, and then just be lost.

Leroy’s birthday was the same day as the Leadville 100 Mile Race Across The Sky. So I called our ride the Leroy’s Dog 120 Mile Invitational. It didn’t seem like such a non-sequitur at the time.

And of course, I let him wear our Fat Cyclist World Bicycle Relief kit just like the cool kids at Leadville.

The Perfect Start

Leroy’s birthday also coincided with NYC’s Summer Streets Festival – the Saturdays in August when NYC gives a route to pedestrians and cyclists from the Brooklyn Bridge to Central Park. At 7 AM it’s empty, no cars, no trucks, and only a handful of people.


We fell in with four Rapha-clad riders (each about half leroy’s age) and spun easily over the Brooklyn Bridge, past Union Square, up Park Avenue, past Grand Central, through Central Park, and over to the West Side Highway where we dropped back.

At the north end of the West Side Highway greenway, I took this photo of a rusty, once dignified, but now aging structure in need of repair:


You can also see the George Washington Bridge in the background.

Right after this photo, a group of three women (each half leroy’s age) asked how to get to the Bridge. That cheered leroy up. Getting old means folks assume you know stuff; getting really old means folks assume you’ve forgotten everything.

A Word About New Jersey

Just over the Bridge, New Jersey is surprisingly bike friendly. They even have special parking for cyclists.

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I tried teaching leroy how to parallel park. No luck. There may be something to that “old dog/new trick” expression.

The Route

In order to get the mileage we needed, I combined some well-known rides. First stop after the GWB was Nyack, about 25 miles north and a popular cycling weekend watering hole.

Nyack on different day, but it always looks like this on the weekend.

Fuel stop : 1 Fruit Cup (large) $5.00; 1 PB&J sandwich (artisanal) $4.50(!).

After Nyack, we went north, climbing past the yeshiva on Christian Herald Road (because that always cracks leroy up), across DeForest Lake (a lovely downhill just before the lake lets you coast across at 25 mph), and then back up to South Mountain Road and Route 33 through High Tor State Park.


Leroy was laboring up the gap in High Tor Park as two young women (definitely one-third leroy’s age) were jogging down. They smiled as they passed and told us to have fun. I think that was when leroy realized we were nowhere near the top.

At the top of High Tor Park, we stopped for a bio break behind an appropriate tree:

NewImage(Because sometimes you just have to stick it to The Man.)

From High Tor Park we made our way through Stony Point and Tomkins Cove to the four mile climb at Bear Mountain.


Leroy seemed to struggle for the last two miles of the climb. I tried distracting him with a “The Bear Went Over The Mountain” sing-along.

No luck, but he swore a lot and chased me.

At the top, I took this photo of old growth forest on a promontory diminished, worn down, and eroded by time.


You can also see the view from Bear Mountain behind leroy.

Leroy complained I cut off his head. I say we’re still not even for having me fixed.

I got a better photo when leroy wasn’t in the way:


Fuel Stop: 1 can Coca Cola from vending machine at top of Bear Mountain – Free (someone left change in machine).

Heading Home

It was time to turn around and head home along the Hudson River.

We stopped at a deli in Tomkins Cove for a non-artisanal PB&J ($2.50).and again in Nyack for another large fruit cup (still $5.00) and a large Iced Tea ($2.50!).

Of course, this being a Fat Cyclist post, I should also disclose that leroy also went through six bottles of Nuun Energy drink (Wild Berry), a couple of bottles of water, a bag of Power Bar energy chews (cola) he got for free on a ride the week before, and some sort of waffle (flavor indeterminate) that he got at a gas station a month earlier. He forgot to stock up on Carbo Rocket. Seriously, that stuff is great.

This being a Fat Cyclist post, I should also provide a bathroom report.


The Village of Stony Point will be getting a strongly-worded letter from me.

About 95 miles into the ride, leroy began to smile uncontrollably. The day, which had been in the 90s and humid, was cooling down nicely. He was rolling down a road he’d ridden many times, there may have been a tailwind. What could be better?

What I’ve Been Trying To Tell leroy

Back in the City, we faced the most challenging part of the ride: navigating the Brooklyn Bridge on a weekend afternoon in good weather. The Bridge is packed with walkers, gawkers, hawkers, and folks wobbling on bikes they forgot how to ride.

Leroy likes to roll slowly behind photographers while making a goofy face to crack up the photographer’s subject. You’d be surprised how easy that is the older you are – especially if you’re wearing lycra.

As we headed down the Bridge, a young man (less than half leroy’s age) riding a Citibike in the other direction smacked leroy on the shoulder and shouted hello.

It was a drummer leroy knew, but hadn’t seen in months because he had been touring with his band. Many years ago, leroy was a musician. Nowadays, on those rare occasions when he plays, folks notice his guitars.

Those guitars are classics or vintage or some other compliment. But to leroy, they’re just what he’s worked with since he was a teenager. They were okay back then, but now, just by sticking around, folks think they’re special.

I’ve tried to tell leroy getting older is just like that. But he doesn’t believe half the stuff I say.

Post-Ride Product Endorsement

Leroy reports that the DNA Fat Cyclist WBR kit was stylish and comfortable all day long. It even holds salt nicely.


I may have to let him keep ours and get my own. I mean that’s just gross.

For his birthday, leroy got what he wanted: Phil Gaimon’s Pro Cycling On $10 A Day and four pairs of boxer shorts.

I also got him a Garmin 500 to replace the now-wonky cycling computer he’s used for the past 8 years.

I gave leroy the Garmin after our ride because I didn’t want him to know that, in addition to riding twice his age in miles, I was shooting for climbing around 12,000 feet (200 times his age).

As for leroy coming in second…. I wasn’t just going to let him win. But for his birthday, I didn’t open a gap.

After all, the whole idea was to remind leroy that, for the way he rides, there’s no such thing as a time penalty.


  1. Comment by cyclingjimbo | 09.10.2015 | 8:38 am

    Nice write up, Leroy. Your dog has a way with words.

    Impressive ride as well – thanks for sharing your story, and belated happy birthday wishes.

  2. Comment by Brian in VA | 09.10.2015 | 8:40 am

    leroy’s dog,

    Excellent missive! You write in the same voice as my own dog Sebastian, the dachshund. He tends to be a bit snarkier but you’ve got him by a mile in the picture captions!

    This was a wonderful piece of writing and put a big smile on my face today.

    Thanks for the guest post!

  3. Comment by Don | 09.10.2015 | 8:40 am

    I can see the “Leroy’s Dog 120 Mile Invitational” exploding in popularity next year. Leroy, a podium finish is always good. db

  4. Comment by Anonymous | 09.10.2015 | 8:46 am

    My dogs give this story 4 paws!
    And tell Leroy he’s younger than me, so we expect him at Leadville for 60!

    And you my fur covered friend. Come to Cali, my dogs will show you what a Dog’s Life can really be.

  5. Comment by Andy@WDW | 09.10.2015 | 9:19 am

    Leroy, you, and your dog, have cracked me up for years, but I think this is the best yet! Congratulations on such a great birthday celebration! Here’s too many more.

    Thank you for sharing this with us. :-)

  6. Comment by MattC | 09.10.2015 | 10:12 am

    Now that your dog has given you a Garmin 500, NEXT year you can post your ride to Strava for us to all geek-on. Great write-up Leroy’s dog! And it was very nice of you to not open a gap at the finish. Mans best friend indeed!

  7. Comment by babble on | 09.10.2015 | 11:21 am

    Please tell Leroy “Happy Birthday!” for me. I believe in starting each new year as you mean to continue, so always always always in the saddle…

    Twice your years and a big climb thrown in for good measure? Well done, you two!

    Thank you for sharing your ride and your wisdom, too. Your reflections on getting old brought tears to my eyes. Our family lost its partiarch this week, but he lived a good and long life so buried deep within this loss is a celebration, a rejoicing. And a thankfulness, that I am still around to climb another mountain, to sit back and enjoy the view.

    Nice ride!
    Love. xo

  8. Comment by BigJohn | 09.10.2015 | 11:23 am

    I always assumed you were a Goldendoddle. Thanks for clearing that up.

  9. Comment by Tom in Albany | 09.10.2015 | 11:35 am

    Happy 60-1 birthday, Leroy! Tell your dog to be nice or no cookies!

  10. Comment by sr | 09.10.2015 | 11:37 am

    quite enjoyed

  11. Comment by Tucson Dave's Dogs | 09.10.2015 | 12:21 pm

    Great write up! We’ll make sure our human reads this. Always awesome to hear from one of our four-legged brethren.

  12. Comment by UpTheGrade, SR, CA | 09.10.2015 | 1:33 pm

    Such a beautiful dog’s tale.

    You have Leroy well trained, though I thought pipping him at the post by a nose was biting the hand that feeds you. Then again, I guess every dog has his day.

    Leroy, by the time you’re celebrating 100, you’ll be ready for the Terrible Two (200 mi, 16k ft) over here on the better coast. Just follow your dogs training plan, and you’ll lap it up.

  13. Comment by PNP | 09.10.2015 | 1:34 pm

    Great write up! Fatty seems to have a competitor in the humorous writing department.

    Happy birthday, Leroy. I’m two years older than you, and I’ll reassure you now that you’ll be fine. It just comes to me at odd moments when I’m considering doing something insane like training for a triathlon that I’m 61 now and not 30. Not sure how that happened….

  14. Comment by MikeL | 09.10.2015 | 1:47 pm

    The hardest part of being in your sixties is when the doctors tell you that you have an eighty year old body from over use. Beats the alternatives most of the time.

  15. Comment by Rocky | 09.10.2015 | 2:41 pm

    I like Leroy’s Dog’s clever, Leroy-deprecating style. I assume for purposes of anonymity, the Dog’s name has been kept from the reading public. He’s probably Kardashian-related, yes? Wait, no. Then he’s want a lot of attention for not so much output.

    I have done the first half of this ride. The second half sounds far more pleasant than the first, though from an excitement perspective, the first half is off the charts.

    Thanks for the write-up, Dog. Hey, maybe THAT’S how “Dog” came to be a your-my-bro-colloquilism!

  16. Comment by leroy | 09.10.2015 | 2:57 pm

    Well I’ll be darned.

    So that’s why my dog was taking pictures. I thought something was up.

    He’s refusing to ride the NJ Gran Fondo with me this weekend. He says it might rain and he’s still peeved about a wet dog smell joke I made.

    Oh well, I least I won’t have to argue about who gets to wear the FC kit.

  17. Comment by leroy | 09.10.2015 | 3:19 pm

    My dog asked me tell everybody thanks and to especially thank Elden.

    Rocky — Elden is the only person on the internet who knows my dog’s real name.

    If word got out about a talking dog, he’d be cashing in on the lecture circuit.

    And the world really shouldn’t believe half the stuff he says.

    Although he can be very convincing.

  18. Comment by Dave T | 09.10.2015 | 10:17 pm

    Happy birthday Leroy, great ride report.

  19. Comment by MattC | 09.11.2015 | 7:41 am

    “And the world really shouldn’t believe half the stuff he says.”

    Oh Great…NOW you tell me. Your dog had told me I won a prize in Fatty’s last contest, and that he needed my credit card # to ‘hold’ it. I should have been more suspicious, but you’re right…he CAN be very convincing. Guess a sucker is born every minute.

    Been getting some awfully strange charges on that card lately tho. 50lbs of NT strip steaks? That did seem a bit odd considering we don’t eat that much beef.

  20. Comment by MattC | 09.11.2015 | 7:41 am

    ooh…that’s “NY strip steaks”…

  21. Comment by briebecca | 09.11.2015 | 8:06 am

    I have a burning question.. How did Leroy’s dog ride with Leroy? I didn’t see a trailer in the pictures. And thanks for the laughs.

  22. Comment by Jeff Dieffenbach | 09.11.2015 | 8:56 am

    @briebecca, since Leroy’s Dog BEAT Leroy that day, it’s clear that Leroy’s Dog was not in a trailer but rather on a bicycle of his/her own.

    I’m picturing something like this, but more ergo-dog-mic.

  23. Comment by BostonCarlos | 09.11.2015 | 12:40 pm

    Somehow, I had no idea that Leroy or his dog lived in NYC. Was nice to see my former stomping ground rides on the blog. The picture of the Runcible Spoon cracked me up.

    Leroy – have you ever “tied the knot”? —

    Definitely one of the harder rides I’ve done in that area.

  24. Comment by leroy | 09.11.2015 | 4:43 pm

    BostonCarlos — thanks for that route, we’ve ridden those roads many times (including some last weekend), but not like that. Looks like fun. We’ll have to try it.

    I’ve almost forgiven my dog for that time in Blauvelt State Park when he convinced me to give my PB&J sandwich to a couple of bears.

    briebecca — How did my dog ride with me? He wheel sucked on the flats and attacked on the hills.

  25. Comment by AKChick | 09.11.2015 | 9:51 pm

    This is hands down my favorite guest post. LOVE Leroy’s dog. He’s had me giggling for a long time now. Happy Belated Birthday to Leroy!!!

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  27. Comment by leroy | 09.14.2015 | 8:33 am

    My dog told me that he has a theory as to why Leonard Part 6 flopped at the box office.

    On a completely unrelated note, it was nice to see several Friends of Fatty at the New Jersey Gran Fondo this weekend.

  28. Comment by asmathews | 09.14.2015 | 3:07 pm

    Your dog cracks me up! Happy belated birthday! It was nice meeting you at the Gran Fondo.


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