By Howie Luxenberg 10/’09
Anyone fortunate enough to join Dennis Whitney’s Allentown ride eachWednesday morning gets a taste of paradise, New Egypt style. Thathappens to be the place where cyclist extraordinaire Mary Foley resides.
These days our gifted cyclist, who was injured in an early fall biking accident, confines part of her routine each Wednesday to providing by far the best gourmet snacks to hungry riders seeking refuge from the chilling winds while winding their way through the back roads of southJersey. Mary’s magnificent home is nestled in the woods whereonly deer and antelope dare to roam, and, of course, a few of us guysand dolls who are lucky to call Mary a friend.
Her banana bread, muffins and exotic coffee are nothing short ofspectacular, and her smiling, friendly demeanor makes everyone welcome.Mary promises to soon shed her crutches and to be back riding with us byyear-end.
Should you ask George (Foradori), Dennis, Lenore (Beckley) or any of theother pedaling jockeys where they would most like to be on a Wednesday,Mary’s place wins hands down.
Mary, we thank you for just being you and for opening your home on thesecold mornings. Hurryback.