A Ride That Seemed Difficult in 1937...

Seemingly Impossible in 2025

Can a Sixty-Year Old Man Make the "Grade"?

The following collection of posts diary a quest to; restore, ride and remember. Follow the story — one that could be that of any mans son — an adventure to relive a defining moment of his father’s life. To keep alive a memory his father lost to dementia in later life. How easily nature stole memories from him. Stole a tale from his childhood, a tale that he told so often, relating it with vibrant details. His storytelling so immersive, his delivery deep and intense, taking anyone listening back to warm North Carolina summer days — you could feel the heat and smell the tar. Listening you became entranced, romanced by the smallest of details, ranging from old comic books, greasy bicycles, young girls, fast growing Kudzu, sweltering nights, cold creeks and barley tobacco along with it’s crop consuming massive green worms. How do such deep rooted, almost innate to ones very being — memories and moments — thoughts that define ones very being become lost to a disease — further how can ones entire life just be erased without death? I seek in some small way to be part of our collective struggle to overcome a disease that leaves us to live through end our lives without any sense of self. Please click on any of the categories or posts and follow along — enjoy the ride

Childhood Lore

“The aforementioned climb ranks high on my personal list of childhood traumas—this being one of terror.”

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Easter Eggs

I’m no expert on the origins of the urban use of “easter egg”, but the disambiguation is easy… hidden but

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Oval Chainrings

This isn’t really cheating, is it? My original skip-tooth chainrings and sprockets were pretty knackered. Having been able to acquire

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Damn MAMILs

The arrogant MAMIL (Middle-Aged Men in Lycra) Or my encounters with road cycling assholes who seem to have ‘roid (not

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