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Why I PMC - Ron Molin

Published Date:   May 23, 2023

Topic:   Why I PMC, #WHYIPMC, #PMC2023

#WhyIPMC guest blog by Ron Molin, 6-year rider

Five summers ago, I signed up for my first PMC ride, one from Wellesley to Bourne in a day.  I live near the start and thought it was time to join the parade. But one mile after the ride began, my back tire went flat and I watched the parade go by, at least a thousand riders.  After 25 miles of cycling alone I finally caught up with some people. Soon after the rain began and it lasted the rest of the route, fifty wet miles. I loved it. I have ridden every year since: in heat, alone during the pandemic, and sometimes on lovely sunny days. It’s not the route that matters, it’s the meaning of the ride.  I lost a brother when I was seven and then my mother eight years later, both from cancers that now are treatable. I am seventy years old now. I carry them with me, and I don’t want others to have to do the same.

This year is different for me.  My brother, Bart Molin lost his wife, Grace-Marie, to cancer last year.  She was fifty-four, with three wonderful children. This year’s ride is in her memory and the funds raised will support Lymphoma research at the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute.


The PMC is a shared experience of grief and of hope.  It connects me with amazing people: organizers, thousands of volunteers, six thousand riders, and most importantly, the network of supporters who contribute. But my wish is that someday there will be no need for the ride.



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