totally not bike related. Or maybe so, since it's what I'm about. Things happen for a reason, I assume. And they happen at a given time. Changing that time, will have an effect on the results. Often I retrace my path through life. (that phrase right there allows you to punch me)
Anyways, simply put it's like the Talking Heads... "how did I get here?"
Springs have been pretty heavy emotionally lately. Three years ago: The approaching birth of our third child. The approaching third birthday of our daughter. The possiblity that I may have cancer, enough so that after ten years I finally stop smoking. And I get back on the bike after five years. That spring I did ok. No cancer. No bad habit except the bike kind. And the kids are healthy and happy.
Two years ago: Being adopted at birth, I was never able to give the Doctors any useful information regarding our kids. So I search online. Strange how much online has evolved from 2000 to 2006. You could write a book about the effects of adoption. Even now, I still don't know where I truely stand on the issue. I always wondered. And never knew. Couldn't even tell you, why I look like I do, or do the things I do, or like So I believed in nurture not nature. It's not genetics, it's HOW you're raised. This was the start of finding out how wrong I was.
I have two moms. Two separate families. In some ways it seems, two different lives. And two dads. This is the spring I find my birthmom. And my sister. And now I'm an Uncle. And my brother. And that right there is enough for a movie script.
This is also the spring that I loose my dad to diabetes. I feel lucky that I was able to get to Denver to see him, and his brother just weeks before. We watched the SuperBowl. The only time I've ever watched it. We geeked out watching the Discovery channel. And learned alot about each other that weekend. Something a father and son should've done years ago.
On Valentine's Day there was a blizzard. I got out of work early and hungout with the kids. I didn't call my dad, I don't like talking on the phone. Two days later I got the call, he had passed a couple days ago, they just found him. That hurt.
That summer I met my birthmom. Alot of things started fitting into place. That fall I would travel to Seattle. To meet my brother and sister. To discover who I was. Where I came from.
That summer was also life changing in other ways. My friend Marty was hit. Not just hit. But INTENTIONALLY RUN OVER, and left for dead. Marty was a guy who remained a friend after I left, where we both worked. But I also checked out after loosing a friend that fell while hiking. Marty would stop by after work to ride with his dog. That act against Marty shook me to the core. That act would then be followed by Diva. Diva owned my wife's favorite boutique. She always had a smile, and her little dog.
Everyday I would drive past her Ghost Bike. Everyday I would check for posts on Marty's progress. I sent him my copies of Breaking Away & American Flyers. Anything I could do for him. I hated the car priority culture. The denoting of second class to cyclists. I hated the thought that if someone hit my kid, they wouldn't even be charged with anything. People don't even loose their licenses.
Then Joel. I didn't know Joel. But I ride with people who did. And I've ridden that stretch of road plenty of times. The last straw was a spineless DA who gave the driver 6 months. It was an insult. Because someone is a cyclist, somehow their life is automatically worth less.
That winter I went to my first bicycle coalition meeting. I wanted to help. I wanted to change things. They NEEDED to change.
I helped with Bike Month. I saw the other advocates. Met the commuters who rode year round. I found my place. And I knew who I was. That summer I sold my car.
Stoked 3. March 2011
Injustice for All. UAG, March 2011
Dead Presidents Lounge. January 2011
Last Call. Marketplace Gallery, December 2010
Send2 Show. UAG, November 2010
The Wine Bar & Bistro. November 2010
Dead Presidents Lounge. November 2010
Townsend Cafe. October 2010
unDead. UAG, October 2010
Townsend Cafe. September 2010
Members Only. UAG, August 2010
Danger!. UAG, July 2010
People's Choice. UAG, June 2010
Marketplace Gallery Fundraiser. May 2010
The Yellow Show. UAG, May 2010
ConTEXT. UAG, April 2010
Rosen Gallery. April 2010
SLICK. UAG, March 2010
Infinity & Beyond. UAG, Febuary 2010
ARTributes. UAG, January 2010
Small Works. UAG, December 2009
Art for Animals. Spencertown Academy, November 2009
Fresh Produce. UAG, November 2009
Myth Conceptions. UAG, October 2009
Tag! UAG, September 2009
Utopia. UAG, August 2009
Off the Wall. UAG, July 2009
People's Choice. UAG, June 2009
Vacant Artist Project. TNO, May 2009
Grand Tour. UAG, May 2009
Loose Threads. UAG, April 2009
Issues. UAG, March 2009
The Blue Show. UAG, Febuary 2009
New Beginnings. UAG, January 2009
Stokes Gallery Show, December 2008
50/50. UAG, December 2008
Futura. UAG, November 2008
Buried City. UAG, October 2008
Dream Wheels. UAG, May 2008
Dirt Rag/Rays MTB Park
-photo contest finalist
I sold my car. I ride my bike where
I need to go. I take pictures. I say dumb things when I manage to get one of my big feet out of my mouth. I'm
about 3 cases of beer shy of entering in the clydesdale class. Technology
challenged, a retro-grouch. Bad luck
follows me everywhere. Don't ride close, you might flat after me.
libertyonbikes (at) aol.com
This next year?
I swear I'll:
A. drop some weight
B. make a few more races
C. offend another ten percent
D. keep putting my feet in my mouth.
E. find a jersey that fits properly