Today we will broach a handful of topics ranging from kids on bikes to adults acting like kids on bikes to finding happiness where you can;
Photo credit Decatur Metro.
First up, Katie from Project Bike Trip got in touch with news regarding some shaking as well as some moving within the confines of her camp;
I hope all is well with your new home in your new hometown! I know you don’t live in SC anymore, so you probably don’t really care about what we’re doing here… but, I thought I’d take a chance and see if you want to spread the word about The Two Wheeled Drive. I told you about this a while ago in a Facebook message. Well, it’s been launched!
I’ve attached a press release with more info, the campaign flyer, and the sponsor flyer (there are over $12,000 in prizes to give out to people for raising funds!).
The Project Bike Trippers are some of the most committed and hard working individuals you can find, and Katie has been leading the charge since the beginning. Helping spread their word is the least I can do.
Then from over there in Wisconsin, David got in touch regarding some other stuff about stuff;
We’ve got another excuse to ride your bike and get loose coming up on May 12 here in Eau Claire WI. This is the 6th annual Valleycat and if previous years are any indication it’s going to be a blast. It would be awesome if you could give a quick shout out so we can get more of these suckers hard earned cash.
You can check out a short promo here:
Thanks and take care,
Bikes, fire and hysterical laughter are all things I can very much get behind.
Now let’s move on from business a story about getting drunk at a memorial;
Image courtesy of According 2G.
No, seriously… Do you know how hard it is to find a photo that correlates with that introduction?
It’s a damn shame too, because that’s exactly what I did on Monday. Those who have followed my exploits on the interwebbings for a while might recall the following tale, but for the rest of yinz, let me refresh. It was the morning of April 30th, 1999 when my friend Sammy and I were doing a mountain bike ride before we had to clock in at the bike shop where we were both employed. Upon peeling off onto a side trail, I took notice of a fellow slumped back over a tree stump. Laughing to myself, assuming he had wandered away from a party the night before, I moved in to make sure he was ok. First I noticed that his mouth was full of blood, which made me think that he possibly had been beat up and dumped. Just then I saw the gun under his leg. I stumbled back and told Sammy to secure the area and not let anyone else pass through. I rode off to a pay phone that was located nearby and dialed 911.
Police, and EMTs and fire personnel all converged on the area and questioned Sammy and me separately from one another. Finally we were released and we went on our way to work, which at this point in the morning, we were extremely late to.
The following day I woke up to go on another ride but after arriving at the predetermined meeting spot, threw in the towel out of exhaustion.
I fought losing consciousness all the way home until the very moment I pulled my front door key out of my jersey pocket and I hit the deck, succumbing to a grand mal seizure. From this point forward, the following year was a roller coaster of tests, a few runs of anti-seizure medication (which sucked balls), a revoked driver’s license, and a meandering confusion regarding just why the nameless fellow in the woods did what he did.
In the thirteen years since, I’ve gotten some answers from friends of the man I found and through that, certainly put some of my own personal demons to rest. However, for the first time since that day, I returned on the anniversary and paid my respects by getting drunk.
Lucky for me, my compatriot Jimmy James was all about it as well, and while aboard our Hunter brand cyclocross styled bicycles, we headed over hill, dale and singletrack trail en route to the memorial;
It was a beautiful day, and not terribly unlike that one in 1999. Sunny, and warm with a cool breeze… A perfect day for doing almost anything.
As the morning turned into mid-day, the conversation went from renegade camping to wedding planning and everything in between, and we cashed out the case of beer that had been stowed safely in my backpack. A nice way to honor the dead.