Why I Rode When I Said I Would Not Ride

Randy M. 10:26am Saturday April 13, 2013, Temperature 33 degrees F. 6" of fresh snow via email:

I saw it with my own eyes! 4 brave Chilkootians rode off, but I would not say they had smiles in their faces. For the record, Mike L(of course), John S.("it doesn't look that bad"), Reid G., and Tim P.(frantically looking for the B group, but not finding it). We wish them well.

Sent from my iPhone

It’s true. I was there.

You are now asking yourself “then why did you send that note that said that with the cold temperature , the blowing snow, the amazing awful January in the Arctic Circle weather you were not riding this morning at 10am which was an hour later than the normal trash Sully’s Legs ride on Saturdays? WHY!?!?!”

(wow, that sentence is even tough to proofread. Keep trying, you’ll get it. Maybe.)

My friends, my fellow riders, my co-club members. Lend me a few moments and let me explain. And explain I will.

It was for you. Really.

I worry for others. And today I was worried about my fellow riders who show up to watch me get dropped.

It was all about you and your experience today.

Yes. It really was.


If I had told the truth. And instead of sending this now infamous email that read like:

A wise man, with coffee in hand and sitting with his posterior on his couch once said: "He who see's snow blowing about his yard on April 13, 2013 is not a man who is going to ride his bicycle today."

Calvin, you are not only mad*, but also my role model, at least today.

10-4 good buddies!

*I will leave it to the reader to define "mad".

I had instead sent this note:

A wise man, with coffee in hand, and sitting with his posterior on his couch once said: “Your butt ain’t gonna get itself into shape, is it? Blowing snow on April 13, 2013 or not, I AM RIDING! AND WHO IS WITH ME??”

Calvin, you are not only mad, but also an awful role model for others.

10-4 good buddies!

See you at the shop at 9:50 to RIDE!

*I will leave it to the reader to define "mad".

You would’ve been in scramble mode. Right? You are used to showing up and destroying me. And with this winter weather you’ve not been riding.

Your confidence in your capabilities is at low tide.

(I thought about using ebb instead of tide, what do you think of this word choice?)

It’s early. The miles aren’t there.

Self-doubt, like the snow on your front stoop, has slowly been building, inch by inch, millimeter by millimeter in the back of your head which is not beneath your helmet.

“What if Sully drops ME?” you think with P A N I C! I’ll be honest here, you are correct that even at this low ebb of your current cycling condition Sully (me) wouldn’t drop you, but what if he (Sully) kept up with you?


I know the worry. I understand your aura being ruffled. I feel for you. It’s a weight. Like an anchor tied to the back of your 3 pounds less than Sully’s road bike because Sully’s road bike is massive because he’s massive (tall anyway) and heck, you already weigh 30 pounds less than Sully so that  anchor would need to be in the range of 50 or 60 pounds to make a difference to you. That my friends is 1 big <swear word redacted> anchor to wear! And I do not wish for you to have to do that.

So I said nothing. I didn’t mention I’d be out there. That I’d be pulling Tim P. along despite him having Texas legs. Showing Mike L. what “sprint” reallys means. Making Reid G. cry like a baby who has lost their pacifier as we climb Mt. Aftonoux.

I spared you because that is what I do. Each and every ride I put the others ahead of me and my feelings. I’m not really being dropped. I’m thinking of  you and your needs. Your feelings. The stories that you may want to one day tell those grandkids. Really, would you like your gravestone to read: “Often Dropped”?

PS: Randy, by John S, you did mean me, right?

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