Crow on Wheels

Greetings All,

Thanks to everyone for all for the monetary and moral support. On Saturday, I rode 100 miles on my rusty trusty wheeled steed. The ride as a whole raised over $1.5 million for cancer research. I was not the oldest rider, but probably had the oldest and funkiest (in the best sense of the word) bike. (Just think of the Johnny Cash song, I Got It One Piece at a Time. I estimate that it was older than at least half the riders. My bike is mostly a '67 Dawes Galaxay (from England) that was rescued from the Salvation Army. It's been somewhat updated (and for any bike geeks, converted to a single-speed fixed gear with fenders.) I met a few people on similarly classic or eccentric bicycles, and was duly shunned by the folks on high-zoot wheels whose shoes cost more than my bike.

The scenery was great, including mountains, rivers, lakes, roadkill, nature stuff, and my favorite sight along the route, a giant plastic rabbit. It looked like an escapee from a carnival ride or maybe a beached pedal boat. I told a young rider that I thought I was having an acid flashback. He gave a weak, not quite laugh. Then I noticed he was a team member from the Valley Bible College cycling club. Whoops. At least I hadn't made any hooker jokes.
(original photo by Dan Grossman)
Now back to our regularly scheduled snark.