Thanks for posting this article. It really makes you think about the fact that each day is a gift and one that we should cherish.
Thanks for posting this article. It really makes you think about the fact that each day is a gift and one that we should cherish.
The most effective way to do it, is to do it.
Amelia Earhart
2005 Trek 5000 road/Avocet 02 40W
2006 Colnago C50 road/SSM Atola
2005 SC Juliana SL mtb/WTB Laser V
*speachless*
I am a nobody; nobody is perfect, and therefore I am perfect.
very sad..........
My sister lives very near there. Wonder if she has ever seen the memorial....
I remember when that happened- for some reason it was on the Ultrarunning list immediately. Very sad. I like the memorial.
A few times, cave diving, I have come upon a memorial. Sometimes it's a permanent marker placed in a diver's favorite cave, and sometimes it's like one of those roadside memorials, in a place that a death has recently occured, with items strung on the cave line like teddy bears, whatever. It always makes you think...
Nanci
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"...I'm like the cycling version of the guy in Flowers for Algernon." Mike Magnuson
Yes, it's very sad.
I want to participate in this:
www.rideofsilence.org
Fancy Schmancy Custom Road bike ~ Mondonico Futura Legero
Found on side of the road bike ~ Motobecane Mixte
Gravel bike ~ Salsa Vaya
Favorite bike ~ Soma Buena Vista mixte
Folder ~ Brompton
N+1 ~ My seat on the Rover recumbent tandem
https://www.instagram.com/pugsley_adventuredog/
That's a good idea. There's one in a city about 75 miles from me. Maybe my local club will do it, too.
Nanci
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"...I'm like the cycling version of the guy in Flowers for Algernon." Mike Magnuson
I did the Ride of Silence last year and will do it again this year. It was one of the most amazing things I've ever done.
About 15-20 of us all told, coulda been 25. We rode for about an hour, never exceeding 12 mph and no one talked - and I mean no one. You can't even imagine how humbling, awesome, awe-inspiring it is to ride with a group of riders and all you hear are the gears, the pedals clipping in and out at stops, the mechanics of riding a bike.
one woman had taken a picture of a fallen rider and pinned it to her jersey like a ride number. had me in tears when I saw it. It's an amazing and an amazingly simple tribute to fallen comrades.
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming: "Yeah Baby! What a Ride!"