The Five Borough Ride. That's the five boroughs of NYC for those of you who might have it confused with other five-boroughed cities like... ummm... errr... whatever. For the most part, biking 42 miles is not a problem (especially for Gould, who can apparently do this in his sleep). However, Brent (snapping the pic) hasn't ridden his bike in ages... plus he smokes. I think we all know how this is going to go for Brent. Poot's not a big biker, so she stayed home, warming my spot on the couch.

That's Brent. He's wearing a loaner helmet rich with history. Passed to me from Hym, I wore it on my first Five Borough Ride, even though it is sized to fit the Jolly Green Giant. Brent has tried to overcome this obstacle by using his tennis brim as padding - nice try. Make us proud Brent!

Hym and Gould. With 35 miles to go: these guys are as of yet unconcerned that they are eating my dust. Just you wait fellas!

Scottish Dave. Only 5 miles down and parched already. Wonder if he's considered taking a pull on that water sack he's hauling on his back.

Bathroom break. Gould went to glom some free bananas. Brent's probably off smoking somewhere.

Me, waiting for the rest of the gang. We got separated somewhere around the last rest stop - you might have seen it, it was the one with hundreds of people waiting to use seven port-o-potties - not to be reunited until after the finish line. A hollow victory, as no one was around to hear me gloat. Actually, I tried to wait for them at the foot of the Verrazano, but the fuzz made me move. Damn them!

Brent, pictured in front of the bridge that nearly finished him.

Gould, right before he and Brent hit the concession stand, returning with a paltry meal of ten plain weenies and three Sunkists. That was all that was left, and I know what you are thinking, but boy did we fight over that grub.

Hym, I don't think stretching will ease the pain you are feeling right now. Nice face though.

Guess you can see why I call him Hot Brent - just look at that flat, white tummy!

Here's Gould gearing up for the final ride to the ferry back to Manhattan. What a pro. Off the bike and off to sleep. Way to conserve your energy Gould.

All alive and accounted for and happy it's over. Brent gets MVP (most valuable peddler, of course) for keeping up and keeping a smile on his face. Well, and for that hat too.