Ride For Africycle 2012


Posted on August 21st, by Kris in Blog Roll, Inspiration, The Bike. 1 Comment

The ride for 2012 is in the books and now, a week later, having caught up on some work and Daddy/daughter time, it’s time to give the ride it’s due. Our man Steven Leak kept notes from every day of the ride so I’m going to leave to him to tell the full story over on the Ride for Africycle website, but I wanted to share some random words and pics over the next week or two, so keep checking in.

The Unexpected

Best place I’ve enjoyed a fabulous bottle of wine was above, and another shot here.

The Road Song

The hum of the tires, the intermittent rasp of the freehub, the rhythm of my breath, the intermittent creaks that a 20 year old bike and it’s 38 year old rider make. This is the road song. Once the body has found it’s rhythm and is moving of it’s own accord, the senses start taking in the word around you, the mind wanders, finding lyrics to the music rising from the road. It’s the first time in many years that I have had such an uninterrupted, uninhibited time to think. It was amazing and much needed.

Dearly beloved…

Don’t know who’s wedding we rode through, but all the best to you and thanks for cheering on Dan the man. He killed it.

Put my back into it

Up until about two weeks before the ride I wasn’t sure if I would be able to go. As much as I have ridden in my life, I had never put together the kind of miles this trip called for. Add longstanding back problems to the mix and I was a wee bit nervous. But the good fortune that favoured every part of this trip shone through here too and and it was the first full week in over a year and a half that I could put away the  heavy-duty painkillers. Go figure.

Pick-up Artist

What you do when you’re riding along and a small rocking horse with a “Free Stuff” catches your eye? If you’re Michael Vanderherberg you stop of course. Determining said horse to be in riding shape he whisked it under his arm and carried on. I rode up and relieved it of it’s “price tag”before snapping this pic. If that wasn’t enough, the next day Micheal was picking up a fellow cyclist in distress and delivering him to Bloomfield Cycles. Which would be a great story in it’s own right. The kicker is that this gent was from Webster, NY, the very town in which Africycle had overnighted in the fire hall, and he recalled their story from the town newspaper. The world grows smaller by the day.

 

The Weather

I’ll be honest, sitting at The Only at midnight, looking at my weather app on the Friday night I was not optimistic. Rain forecast for 4 out of the 5 days. Not good, but aside from a sunshower and accompanying rainbow on Wallace Point Road that was the only weather we rode through. Sure, it rained overnight a couple times and in the evening of our rest day, but the staccato of raindrops on the tent just added to the camping ambiance.

Steven Leak

Me, “Morning Steve. How are you?
Steve, “I don’t know buddy, but we’ll find out. It’s just great to be alive.”

What else can you say, the guy is a well of unbridled optimism. An infectious one at that. Thanks Steve.

Norman Hardie Winery

Go. That is all.

Seriously. Norman and his staff are incredible people and couldn’t have made us feel more welcome if we were family. Add the amazing things they are doing with wine and food, and you have the perfect mix for an amazing experience. Can’t thank them enough. We will be back.

Turning Japanese

I don’t even know what to say. Just… weird. Buy me a beer or six and gather round…

William

Our mascot, the wee man himself. What a kid, the trip wouldn’t have been the same without him. Best of all was his near constant attraction to getting his little fingers on bikes. The force is strong with this one.

Dearly beloved…

Don’t know who’s wedding we rode through, but all the best to you and thanks for cheering on Dan the man. He killed it.

Friends

The friends who rode. The friends who cooked and cleaned up after us. Those who saw us off and welcomed us back. Sent well wishes daily through Twitter, Facebook, text and email. Rode with us Tuesday nights in the weeks leading up to the big one. And of course those who donated to Africycle. It was a privilege to ride, thanks for supporting those for whom the bicycle means so much more.

The Road Song

The hum of the tires, the intermittent rasp of the freehub, the rhythm of my breath, the intermittent creaks that a 20 year old bike and it’s 38 year old rider make. This is the road song. Once the body has found it’s rhythm and is moving of it’s own accord, the senses start taking in the word around you, the mind wanders, finding lyrics to the music rising from the road. It’s the first time in many years that I have had such an uninterrupted, uninhibited time to think. It was amazing and much needed.

Dearly beloved…

Don’t know who’s wedding we rode through, but all the best to you and thanks for cheering on Dan the man. He killed it.

Put my back into it

Up until about two weeks before the ride I wasn’t sure if I would be able to go. As much as I have ridden in my life, I had never put together the kind of miles this trip called for. Add longstanding back problems to the mix and I was a wee bit nervous. But the good fortune that favoured every part of this trip shone through here too and and it was the first full week in over a year and a half that I could put away the  heavy-duty painkillers. Go figure.

Pick-up Artist

What you do when you’re riding along and a small rocking horse with a “Free Stuff” catches your eye? If you’re Michael Vanderherberg you stop of course. Determining said horse to be in riding shape he whisked it under his arm and carried on. I rode up and relieved it of it’s “price tag”before snapping this pic. If that wasn’t enough, the next day Micheal was picking up a fellow cyclist in distress and delivering him to Bloomfield Cycles. Which would be a great story in it’s own right. The kicker is that this gent was from Webster, NY, the very town in which Africycle had overnighted in the fire hall, and he recalled their story from the town newspaper. The world grows smaller by the day.

The Unexpected

Best place I’ve enjoyed a fabulous bottle of wine was here.





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