Hi to my wonderful Blog Buddies,
I want you to experience my ride from Salome, Arizona to Wickenburg. Remember this is a factual story, not based on facts. Now, close your eyes and we will begin–whoops–sorry, don’t close your eyes or else you can’t read our story.
It’s 4:45am and you are awakened by a horrible scream. Oh yes, we remember the rooster at the motel. Lesson 1: Roosters don’t only scream at sunrise! Silly me–such a city girl.
We get on our bike clothes. Not attractive, but practical for visibility and sitting on a tiny little saddle for many hours.
Outside the motel, we grab whatever food is there for breakfast. Remember–fuel first, taste is secondary. Pack some snacks and we will be ready.
Now I want you to imagine a straight line. Make it white, like the road lines. Now make the line 55 miles long and very. Straight.
Still with me?
Now imagine some fans all along the way on, say, medium–blowing in your face. Now, on either side of that 55 mile, fan-blowing white line are picture postcards of an Arizona desert following you the whole 55 miles. You can see far ahead. Very far ahead. Looks pretty much the same. Kind of like running on a treadmill or riding a stationary bike. For hours. Are you getting it?
Only now you reach Wickenburg and there is joy in your heart because you are safe, you have peddled for Alzheimer’s, and you are blessed that so many wonderful friends are with you every inch of the way.
I hope you enjoyed our little ride because if you for *one second* thought I could do this without you, oh, you are SO wrong. I ride for all of us who want an end to this horrible disease called Alzheimer’s.
You are my inspiration!
With respect and love,