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Bike Rally Day 2: Port Hope to Adolphustown, #f4lbr2022

Rally’s Angels Team photo

Today is the rally’s longest day, 126 km from our campground in Port Hope to Adolphustown. We’re traveling through Prince Edward County and the last leg of the trip involves a ferry.

Ferry selfie

The weather changed. We were expecting overnight rain and possible thundershowers after which the weather was supposed to turn into something more reasonable. Instead we got heat alert day 2. I hate the part of the heat alert that says ‘avoid outdoor exercise.’

Sarah and I talked lots about how best to handle it. We opted for a very reasonable pace, stopping at all the stops, and drinking all the things. It’s a long haul to the first test stop on day 2, 38 km, but after that there’s lunch and two more spots and we just kept our focus on getting to the next break.

Here’s our route

You can look it up on Strava here

And you can donate to the bike rally here.

We’re working hard, riding in weather the no one would choose to ride in, and as a friend said over dinner, it’s all pointless if we don’t raise money to help people living with HIV/AIDS. These are people who need food, wellness care, peer support or just to be in a place that is welcoming and safe for them. We’re riding to raise 1.5 million dollars for the Toronto People With Aids Foundation.

Rear view of Rally’s Angels

I ended the day today happy. I’m happy that we made it in good shape, still feeling strong, happy to be riding with these wonderful people, happy to go for a swim when we got in, happy to be working together raising money for an important cause, and happy tonight for the rally’s talent show.

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The year the bike rally went virtual and Sam and Sarah rode 600 km mostly on the trainer

The Friends for Life Bike Rally is a very big thing around the blog. Lots of us have done it in one version or another! Me, frequent guest Sarah, sometimes blogger Joh, Susan, Cate, Catherine, Natalie…

For me it all began in 2014 when I rode the 600 + km to Montreal with David (and a few hundred other riders.) You can read an accounting of the rally over the years here.

But this year? The bike rally, like lots of other charity rides, was forced to move to a virtual format. It’s not just a ride of course. It’s first and foremost a fundraising event for a very important cause. Here’s their description, “The Rally is the only volunteer-led, week-long ride that brings people together for an inclusive, supportive, and life-changing challenge that inspires much-needed help for people living with HIV/AIDS in Toronto, Kingston and Montréal.”

According to this CBC story charities that rely on sporting activities stand to raise a lot less money.

What it was: 6 day, 660 km ride from Toronto to Montreal (with 1 day and 3 day options)

What is now? 90 day challenge to ride for either 600 minutes or 600 kms.

I did it mostly indoors on my trainer. And while I love Zwift, indoor riding just didn’t compare to the comradery that is the bike rally. We used an app that tracked our miles. I’m the pink unicorn below. Go me!

How to sponsor me: Here!

Sarah got home from our canoe camping trip last night only to notice it was the last of the 90 days and she was a few kilometers short of the goal. A lesser person would have done it in the morning but not Sarah.

She posted to Facebook, “Okay friends. I just got back from 6 days canoe camping in Algonquin Park. When I got back, before I even showered, I set up my bike on the trainer and rode the remaining 2.8 km of the 600.3 km Friends for Life Bike rally as today was the last day to complete the virtual version.

Here’s a link to my fundraising page if you’d like to send a few bucks my way in support of the wonderful work of Toronto PWA :

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Sam and Sarah’s first metric century of the summer on the 1 day version of the Friends for Life Bike Rally: We made it to Port Hope!

It was actually a metric century (100 km) and change: 117 km in total. And we were so happy we did it. Neither of us had trained much this summer what with new job, moving, knee injury, sailboat racing, etc. Now I often say that after years of cycling I feel like I have 100 km in the bank. I feel like I could go out and ride 100 km on the first day of the spring cycling season. It wouldn’t be pretty and I might suffer the next day but I could do it. I’m not actually sure if that’s true but it’s how I feel.

The problem is that day 1 of the bike rally isn’t any old 100 km. It’s often extremely hot. There’s a lot of fuss and bother and stopping and starting getting out of Toronto. The rally always reminds me what a big city it is. The getting out of the city is followed by long sections on speed limited multi use pathways complete with dogs, children playing, roller bladers, long boarders. The view of the lake is gorgeous and it’s nice to be out of traffic but again there’s lots of slowing and speeding up, cheerfully calling out out “on your left” and telling people how many bikes are on the rally and what we’re raising money for. I’m very conscious of representing a group and a cause and I’m on my very best riding behavior. I love the last 20 km of countryrods and rolling hills. They’re exhausting but beautiful and each year I promise myself that I’ll go back and ride just that section fresh, not at the end of a long day on the bike.

There were lots of smiles that day in our small group of two. First, it wasn’t hot. There was a forecast high of 24 and low humidity. Perfect! Second, we paced ourselves and rested lots and really enjoyed the ride. I’m faster than Sarah uphills but even then I managed to slow down, spin, and not get too far ahead. How? See Sam’s bad knee cures Sam of a bad bike habit  She holds her own on the flats and downhill. Third, my knee was fine. I thought it would be but even so I worried about that much time on the bike. Fourth, Sarah was happy to discover that addressing an iron deficiency has helped her aerobic capacity and fitness.

We had a lovely evening at the camp with other 1 day riders and the 6 day riders who were camping in Port Hope and pushing on the next day. Truth be told, I was sad leaving and  I wished I was along for the full ride. But this year, this was the right choice. I was able to maintain my connection with this important cause and this wonderful community. It was my 5th year and my first time not doing the full thing. My social media newsfeed is full of past rallies. Don’t worry friends, I’ll be back!

Want to make me feel better about not doing the whole thing? You can still sponsor me, by the way!

PLEASE SPONSOR Samantha Brennan

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Spinning in the cold and the dark in Nathan Phillips Square, #thirty4thirty

Sarah and I had signed up for the 10 pm shift. It seemed like a better idea in the light and warmth of the day but we had dinner plans with a friend early in the evening.

We were ready to ride bikes on trainers in Nathan Phillips Square for an hour at the time I normally like to be settling down to sleep.  I knew my FitBit would scold me. Cate did too. Also, we were riding in a temperature that better matched warm blankets than outdoor exercise.

Why? We were part of the bike rally’s thirty4thirty spin-a-thon.


“PWA’s Friends For Life Bike Rally will be honouring PWA’s 30th anniversary with a 30-hour “spin-a-thon.” It will be 30 hours for 30 years – that’s where “Thirty 4 Thirty” comes from. We’ll continually ride bikes on trainers, recruit, fundraise, and engage with the media, all with the Toronto sign and the reflecting pool right behind us. Through coordination with City Hall and the media, we’re arranging quite a bit of activity, building towards a major media event at 12 noon on Tuesday, April 25.

During the 30 hours, we’ll be telling the story of the 30 years of PWA and the nearly 20 years of the Bike Rally in the context of the HIV/AIDS pandemic and its effects on Toronto. We’ll do that through visual presentations, speakers, and special-guest spin volunteers.

We’ll also have incredible support from local bike shops, notably , who will be operating “pop-in tune-up” tents for commuter cyclists to get a quick tune-up or ask any bike maintenance, equipment, or sales questions.

This is an incredible opportunity to share the story of the Bike Rally and PWA broadly, and we’re very, very excited. Together, we can create an amazing event, attract more Participants, and raise more money.”

So yes it was cold and dark and past my bedtime. Yes, riding someone else’s bike on trainer without my clip in shoes had its challenges. But we got to chat with lots of people who stopped by to a)tell us that the Raptors won, and b)ask what we were up to and why. It felt really good to tell the story. It was also really nice to reconnect with the bike rally community of cyclists and support people.

And you’re part of that extended community too, blog readers who read about the bike rally, sponsor me, and in many other ways support my big summer ride.

You can sponsor me here. Thanks. I really appreciate it.

I also stopped by for the last hour, hour 30, to show support for people who’d be riding in the very hard rain all morning. Here we are, smiling but also cold and wet.

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Reflecting on the what we learned, loved, and were challenged by #F4LBR


Joh and our wonderful bike mechanics!
Joh and our wonderful bike mechanics!

I wrote this on the train bringing me back home in 6 hours instead of the 6 days it took to get to Montréal by bike last week. I am a first-year rider who uses her bicycle mostly to commute. It was my first long road biking experience, and I trained for 7 months to get ready. As a francophone, it is much easier to write in French, so here it goes:

Qu’est-ce que j’ai appris, aimé et ce qui m’a mise à l’épreuve lors du rallye cycliste Friends for Life?

J’ai appris à traverser les épreuves en groupe et je me suis rappelé le réel pouvoir d’une communauté œuvrant vers un but commun. Celui-ci était certes de se rendre à Montréal, mais surtout, d’appuyer une cause et de continuer les efforts de financement tout au long de la semaine. L’annonce la plus touchante pour moi fut celle de l’atteinte de notre objectif, à la toute fin! Nos efforts ont rapporté, non seulement au plan physique, mais au plan financier.

Ce qui m’a le plus mise à l’épreuve est le fait d’avoir été toujours en groupe, malgré la qualité des gens qui m’ont entourée toute la semaine. Disons que faire du camping à 300 personnes près d’une autoroute n’est pas mon idéal de quiétude! Je faisais partie de l’équipe des “matantes bougonnes”, alors le calme arrivait inévitablement, mais souvent un peu tard pour moi (eh oui, j’ai besoin de 8 heures de sommeil avant de pédaler 100 km!).

Ce que j’ai aimé? L’entraide; les amitiés instantanées; l’appui incroyable de la part des équipes de soutien tout au long du parcours; ne pas avoir à penser, juste pédaler, pédaler, pédaler; les beaux paysages sur une route que je connais tellement bien; mais surtout, le leadership de deux personnes d’exception, Sam et Susan, et les liens créés avec les membres de mon équipe. Merci, Bike Rally!



What I loved: The weather! Other years have been all about the rainstorms and the thunder and lightening. Or the heat alerts. See Cycling in a heatwave versus a torrential downpour. This year on the other hand was pretty consistently just nice. Sure there was a rainy morning. Sure there were a few warm afternoons. But generally speaking it was pretty ideal cycling weather. Warm, but not too warm, sunny, and no real wind to speak of. The one rainy day even came with strong tailwinds which in my mind almost makes up for the rain. Also, more seriously, I loved our team. But see more on that below.

What I struggled with: On Team Switchin’ Gears there were a lot of “old lady” jokes. Turns out after 40, we need our sleep. We were the team who were vocal about our sleep needs. Eight hours please. With breakfast at 6 and wake up before that, that means in bed around 9 pm. But quiet time doesn’t start that early. Susan wisely travels with ear plugs. Cate and I engaged in some hushing. And we all agreed that should we ride together again, tent placement in a quiet zone is key. Turns out I can easily bike 100 kms a day and feel good but take away my sleep? Grrr.

What I dealt with: The need for speed! I’ve written before about riding at a friendly pace on the rally. See here. Seems I mostly, happily, switch into support mode when I’m on the rally. Last year I rode with Susan and she drafted. This year I rode with Sarah in the draft spot. I spent entire days in heart rate training zone 1! That’s my heart rate when I’m walking, for example. Strava awards you a suffer score after each ride telling you hard you worked and I got my lowest scores ever, even a 13! The harder bit was seeing my Strava ranking for segments since I’ve done the ride twice before. I didn’t like seeing “third best time.” Instead, I raced up some hills to break it up and waited at the top. I’d occasionally latch onto the back of a fast group and wait at the next rest stop. Also, on Day 1 we zoomed to lunch so we could serve lunch and arrived with the first group of riders. So I had some bursts of speed and some PRs along the way. Looking forward to riding fast again now the rally is over.

What I learned: Susan’s written about sports and leadership and I’ve been mulling about that too. I was worried about being a team lead with Susan in part because our team was a mix of some very close friends, some people who weren’t necessarily as close but who knew us and who had selected our team, and some people who’d been added to our team who we didn’t know at all. But it turned out to work out very well. I was worried that having friends would make others feel less welcome but instead the friends turned out to be huge helps. There weren’t just two team leads. It felt like there was a whole leadership team. We had a range of strengths and abilities. We also bonded as a team early on in the rally since we had team chores to do on the very first day. That helped. While middle aged queer women formed the core of the team, the age range was actually pretty big. We had some men too. Probably PhDs, doctors, and engineers were over-represented among us! We had a very big range of cycling backgrounds and abilities so we didn’t ride together that much but we camped together at night and often had meals with one another. We did ride together on red dress day and again on the last day, coming into Montreal. I loved getting to know my team members. It’s this mini-community within the larger group that makes the bike rally work so well, I think.



Although I’ve ridden since my teen years, and have commuted by bike (up to 50km a day) off and on throughout my life, I’m only a relatively recent convert to road cycling. While I’d owned a road bike for a few years thanks to a team effort by my knee surgeon (who said “no more jogging”) and my sister (who sold me her old Specialized Dolce), and of course I fell in love with the feeling of flying along on two wheels and became an instant “roadie”, I hadn’t done many rides longer than about 75km until this past year.

Susan and Sam changed that, tempting me with long rides in good company and at a manageable pace, and convincing me that completing the Friends for Life Bike Rally would be possible for me, if I could commit to the training.Knowing that it would be hard to fit training into my busy schedule I signed up before the winter training season on the basis that the terror of suffering through 600km would be good motivation. I managed to squeeze in just enough to survive. Barely. There were many moments where I struggled against hills and headwinds and a few others where I fairly flew down the road, but mostly Sam kindly rode in front of me, at whatever pace I could maintain, keeping me company and encouraging me through the toughest parts.

What I loved: The rally family. From our team to the riders to the extended crew of volunteers that feed us and care for us and keep us on track, I felt like I was on vacation with a couple hundred new friends. Some I became quite close with, others were simply smiling faces that cheerfully exclaimed “Good morning, on your left!” and that I wouldn’t see again until camp that night.

What I dealt with: Less than two weeks before the rally, my beloved road bike was stolen. It says a lot that within hours I had many wonderful offers to lend me bikes, and I was truly blown away when Tracy (that’s right, co-editor of this blog) told me she would lend me her magnificent carbon-fibre Specialized, a bike that would be nearly identical to mine in terms of feel but lighter and flexier, with acceleration and performance to spare. That said, with the limited time frame remaining it was a challenge to get Ruby fitted to feel exactly like my old bike, and without the benefit of a professional bike fit. Instead of spending my precious remaining training hours putting in the distance and hills/intervals that would help I was shopping for seats and riding a few kilometres at a time while tweaking settings.

What I struggled with: My barely-adequate level of fitness meant that I struggled to keep up with the people I was hoping to ride with. I ended up being the one drafting behind the stronger riders, so close to my aerobic threshold that the smallest hill or a moment’s acceleration was enough for me to come off the wheel of the person. In a race I would have been dropped from the pack but instead my friends, especially Sam, would patiently slow down enough for me to catch back up. But riding slower definitely means more time on the bike. New-to-me bike meant that by the end of Day 1 my trapezius muscles had hardened into solid knots that no amount of RMT attention could fix, and they stayed that way ’til the end of the rally. By the end of each day simply being in riding position on the bike was agonizing. We stopped frequently at the break points provided road safety and wellness vans to let me stretch and give me a mental break from the unrelenting ache, but that also meant longer days. And finally, getting into camp late meant no naps before dinner, no catching up on sleep interrupted by tossing and turning from one sore shoulder to the other.Despite all of these challenges (and all of my whining, thank you patient understanding sympathetic teammates!) I would do the Friends for Life Bike Rally again in a heartbeat. If not for 6 days, for 1, or as a volunteer. If I couldn’t ride for whatever reason I would love to sport fabulous costumes and cheer everyone on.

But who am I kidding? I spotted a road cyclist from the car yesterday and felt a pang of jealousy. I’ll be back on the bike in no time!


Day 7… Wait, there is no day 7.  When I was riding yesterday, there was a point where I truly felt that there was nothing but riding, no before, no future, just the now of riding.  That’s what the Rally does — creates a community, a bubble, where the outside world recedes and there is this mindful now, filled with your body pushing against the edges of your strength, your entire soul flexing like calf muscles rotating the pedals that are attached to your feet.

My riding over the past 6 days was strong — the training I did, that crazy 160 km in the hills and wind of PEI, gave me confidence and muscle memory that pushed me through the headwinds, the rain, the long long days, the lack of sleep, the collapsed thermarest.  It felt really good to have that backdrop to be present in my amazing team, to be weaving together community and caring and a sense of doing something bigger than us with every circle of the pedals.
I didn’t know the people on this blog a year ago.  But I found my way into this world, and onto this rally, into a tribe of people who want to ask their bodies what is possible, and to reflect on what that means for them as people, as community members, as humans in a complex world.  I am so grateful I found this welcoming, questing tribe.  When we arrived in Montreal yesterday, Sam and I started dancing as we looked for our real shoes.  I felt the supreme joy of doing the thing bigger than me, the thing that I could only do by finding every centimetre of myself.  Of all of us together.


I’m awake on the Sat morning after the Bike Rally at 6:30am. I don’t have to be up but my body, exhausted, sore, spent, has a memory in it that drives it. I should be up already, in my bike clothes, finishing breakfast, on my way to the team camp area to take down the tent.I should be thinking about the route and wondering if I ate the right thing for breakfast. You know, that magic combination that will get me to the next camp site in 4.5 hours or less.I should be laughing at the ridiculous jokes of my most spectacular yet exhausted friends. I should be holding them and telling them how wonderful they are. I want to go back to a place where I can enact my adoration of them freely, without having to schedule around the rest of my life to create two precious hours for dinner. I want to have all day, out on the road, to tell them what they mean to me. I want I want but that isn’t how it is today, or maybe ever again quite like this was. I wonder about how to find the moments where I am my best me more often. Then I think, well, that’s now, and now, and again now. I’m moving into the next moment, with the gift of the Rally in my heart and my best me, always.



What has struck me the most about the Rally is the sheer enormity of the network of support riders tap in to. Donations poured in from my friends and family right up until Day 6. Thank you for ensuring we raised enough money to fully fund PWA!

Road crew helped me get from point A to point B. Wellness crew folks held my hand when I cried, adjusted my cranky back and taught me stretches for my specific aches and pains. Thank you!!!

Food crew got up at 4 am. Yup. At the ass crack of dawn and hustled all day to feed a hungry hoard 3 squares a day in different sites. Thank you!

Rubbermaid wrestlers lugged and slugged my gear  to groovy tunes and sometimes in heels. I could not have done the distance if I had hauled my own gear.

My partner Michel has made sure the home front went well and provided so much logistical and emotional support. I can’t even count how many times he helped me get the things done that needed doing.

The groups of PFLAG chapters and Scotiabank volunteers along the route cheering us on were astounding. Thank you!

I got to be part of Switchin’ Gears and we gathered together and amazing group of kind, supportive and skilled humans. So thankful for the help in just doing each day.

My sister Anj wrote 5 cards, one to open each night. They made Susan, Cate and I cry. So touching and thoughtful.

I’m thankful to have met so many folks, especially us at the back of the pack. We got to have great chats, commiserate and share tips and tricks. More than that we got to laugh or complain or distract ourselves during difficult moments and share tiny triumphs. Thank you!

Finally I’m thankful for a body that did the cycling and camping with only minor aches and pains.

I learned a lot this past week about what it means to be active in community. It’s so much more than just getting back on the bike.


Vanessa, Sydney, and Val

This was my second year doing the rally, so I knew that I could make the distances. On the whole, I was faster and the rides felt easier, though Day 6 felt like a bit of a slog.

I was always an urban cyclist, but hit a bit of a shock when I showed up for the first training ride in 2015 and was the slowest rider by a lot. Back then, I planned routes carefully to avoid anything resembling a hill. During the training that year, I fell in love with road biking and picked up the speed, skill and endurance to make it to Montréal.
This year, my schedule let me train more, though in some ways I felt less prepared for the ride to Montréal itself. The heavy headwinds on Day 1, followed by the rainy morning on Day 2 were challenging, but by the time I hit our Day 2 camp I felt like I could keep riding forever. My parents showed up on Day 5 (on their way to meet me at the finish line) and rode with me for about 35km, and I enjoyed getting to show them what the rally is like.
I had ridden a bunch with Sam and Susan last year, and was excited by having a team of mostly women – a big difference from much of the rally and from road biking in general. It was nice to have a little enclave of mostly women within the bigger context of the rally.
I continue to be amazed by the little rolling community we create, and everything that goes into planning and making sure it all works.


Bike Rally Day 5: Photos, #F4LBR

My favorite bit of the rally route, Long Sault Parkway

OMG, I forgot to share photos from day five of the rally. That might be because the route alternates between boring, the road leading up to to Long Sault, and breathtakingly beautiful, the parkway itself.

Here’s some more day five photos, all from along the parkway, including some I scrounged from other team members.

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Let’s do the time warp again!: My Friends for Life Bike Rally team raises funds, rides bikes, and blogs about it too

Bring your props, wear your costumes, because we’re having a fun fundraiser.

The Rocky Horror Picture Show, The Fox Theatre, July 5th. Tickets are $25.00 apiece. We’ll have a keg from our beer sponsor to sell as well.

The Facebook event page is here.

It’s at The Fox Theatre, 2236 Queen Street East, Toronto, Ontario.

You can reserve your tickets by emailing us,

You can read about the Friends for Life Bike Rally and my 50th birthday challenge.


Interested in reading more about my team? It’s easy! A few of us are bloggers, some of us (not me) even famous bloggers! Here’s some posts about the rally.

The Yarn Harlot:

Karma in Spades

Some Days You’re the Bug

My Sensitive Girl Hole:

Summary of pre-Day Rides

Mother West Wind can Suck my D*ck

Fit is a Feminist Issue:

50th Birthday Challenge

Summer Plans Taking Shape

Enjoy and please consider sponsoring us and supporting the bike rally.