Huffington Magazine Issue 53 | Page 40

LAYNE MURDOCH/COURTESY OF THE BUSH CENTER BUSH AT PEACE with him. “Get moving, Stork!” he shouted at Ed Lazear, using the nickname he had given his former chairman of the Council of Economic Advisers. At rest stops, Bush was impatient to get going again. He’d pause, drink some Gatorade, chat, grin, bask in the endorphin rush, make a few jokes, and then hop back on his carbon frame Trek Superfly 100 Elite. “Yah, baby!” he’d exclaim. By the end, however, he was exhausted. “I was gassed,” Bush admitted to me the next day. “Thirty miles is a long way on a mountain bike. I was tired.” Over the last hour of the second day’s ride, as we traveled along a singletrack trail that wound through mostly flat, open fields, Bush downshifted to one of his easiest gears, and the pace slowed to a glacial crawl. Riders began to bunch HUFFINGTON 06.16.13 “What does it mean when you’re seeing triple? Ultra zen.” up on each other, wheel to wheel. I heard a little grumbling about the stops and starts. But as was the case all three days, no one dared ride ahead of the former president. “Did we reach Zen out there?” I asked him after the ride, referencing a conversation he had years ago with an Associated Press reporter who rode with him. Since taking up mountain biking in 2004, Bush has embraced riding hard as a way to leave his cares behind, if only for an hour or two. “I’m beyond that,” he replied, a little groggily. “What does it mean when you’re seeing triple?” He answered the question himself: “Ultra Zen.” Over an hour later, Bush was still standing around, mingling with the other riders and vol- Former President George W. Bush leads a pack of 75 riders participating in the Warrior 100K at his ranch near Crawford, Texas.