Tyler and I arrived at the turn around rest stop ahead of the 31 mi police escorted group since we started with the rest of CSP for the metric ride. We relaxed, fueled up, and awaited the start of the police escorted return. The good news is that the wind, out of the ENE, will be at our back most of the rest of the ride. The wind was at our back as we went back over the bridge, and we really got up a great head of steam, passing everyone. We will head north for a while, but it will be inland, away from the wind. Once we made the turn south, it was pretty easy, except for the swirling winds in the "condo canyons" on A1A. Not too many people passed us on the way back, except for a few brave (stupid?) souls that jumped a red lite when the traffic allowed. Setting a good example for Tyler, I waited. Entering in the Gulfstream Park alone, we navigated the parking lot and approached the finish. I got a bit choked up as I thought of the fact that Tyler and I, both survivors, are finishing this event for a good cause. We passed the Finish Line alone to roaring cheers of the assembled crowd. The announcer said "and here we have the dad and his son on the tandem." I didn't bother to correct him. We stopped to receive our medals and pose for pix. We then hit the food line, and visited the vendor booths to pick up freebees. Harley Davidson had a booth with a bean bag toss (known as corn hole in the mid west.) After 2 tries each, I got all 3 in and won Tyler a "Ronnie the Clown" "piggy" bank, and got to introduce him to Ronnie himself. After a bagel and some drinks, we rode back the the car and headed home. Tyler said "Papa, can we go to your house so I can ride my new bike?" We ended up doing a 3 mile loop down the canal and back!