My First Ride on my Bike

As soon as i got my bike i quickly called my Uncle and told him to count me in for the next ride he goes on. That Friday I get a text from my Uncle "Ride from my house Saturday 8:00AM. The thoughts in my mind were: Its 16 degrees outside, and Why so early on a Saturday? I got up anyways. The group who met at my Uncles house had already decided a route when they saw me pull in, and they turned to my Uncle and said "Uhhh Joe I don't think he can handle this route, its the toughest on we have, maybe we should go easy on him" well they didn't, in fact after about 20 miles I had to stop and puke everywhere there wasn't any way i could go any longer I felt drunk, My vision was blurred, i could go straight, and i wanted to throw up every pedal i took. I finally called my parents to pick me up in Philpot and my Uncle Joe said "We'll never let you live this down, in no time you'll be passing us left and right, but we'll still never let you forget this" and he hasn't. I got back home and realized I could do it because i ate bacon and drank absolutely nothing before the ride…the thing you lean. That day I got back I had to drive to Nashville and we were going caving with a bunch of guys…but thats a different story.