I Ride For: Cari
I normally do all of my rides here in Iowa with one of our TeamLiveSTRONG Jerseys. I am here with LiveSTRONG and I want to get as many people to see our stuff as possible. Today, however, I ventured out in my Starbucks Kit.
Originally I did this to give one more thank you to my son Beau and the SanAntonio Cycling Club. I looked for, and could not fit, a Starbucks kit last year when I was trying to see how many Starbucks I could visit in one year. (I’m pretty sure I got the world record but was never acknowledged. Ha!). Beau searched and searched and gave me this kit for my birthday.
And then I got this flag request from my sister-in-law. I have no idea if Cari likes Starbucks or not, but she needs a boost. She is young, has young kids, “super” positive, survived breast cancer 5+ years ago, and now has a cancer that the doctors don’t know what to do with. I could have stopped at young and has young kids and that right there would have qualified for a Starbucks. Ha!
Cari, I actually had a “down” day today. I do not know why. It was a short day, I got an early start, and I felt great yesterday. I just felt slow, and therefore I was slow, which caused me to feel slower. It was a self-fulfilling prophecy to “slowness”. What a pathetic wimp I was today.
Seeing this sign to take your flag picture with (along with Bachman Turner Overdrive “Taking Care of Business”) put a little pep in my peddle for the last 15 miles. I’m out here doing something I want to do and had a down day. I cannot imagine what a down day for you is like. It will take a week for me to get home and get reorganized. But when I do, I’ll send you this flag along with a Starbucks gift card. Maybe it will put a little pep in your step when you need it.
The Road Rider
PS. Adding insult to injury, after I showered I found a Starbucks and got my favorite drink, and couldn’t even drink it all! I had the throw half of it away. Definitely a wimp today.
I Ride For: Tom
Culture is an interesting thing. We talk a lot about company culture. Certainly, countries have different cultures. Michigan (where I’m from) has a different culture than Iowa, and Iowa has a culture separate from RAGBRAI. (Although they blend nicely.)
I’ve already mentioned the social part of the RAGBRAI culture this week. Since today was only 60 miles, I thought I would work my way into the food culture. I started by wearing my @Starbucks kit (thanks to my son Beau!) to get me in the eating mood. First stop was Farm Kids for a breakfast burrito. It was great. Just like I remembered. Tomorrow I’ll try Mr. Porkchop or Beckman’s ice cream. (Some may be able to do all three in one day, but I cannot.)
Another culture thing is our camp site. When we ride in, this is generally what we see. The @LiveSTRONG staff does such a great job setting up our camp. All we have to do when we get in is find our bags, find a place to call home for the night, and set up our tent. (And then I have to unpack and then repack my bags 2-3 times. Ha!)
I mention all this culture stuff because Tom is a fan of exploring other cultures all over the world. Despite his pancreatic cancer diagnosis, his friend Peggy says that he continues to travel internationally in this quest.
Well Tom, do I have a deal for you! Next July join @TeamLiveSTRONG on @RAGBRAI. You will experience a culture you cannot find anywhere else on the planet. And you will save a bunch of money on international travel. You could use that money to be the 2019 RAGBRAI fundraising champion. I think that would be a 3 for 1 deal. I’m just trying to help out.
The Road Rider
I Ride For: Summer
I found it! A park. In the shade. No People. I can see the bikes whizzing buy 200 yards away, but no one is pulling in. For a few moments it is mostly quiet, and cool, and no one is jockeying for position.
Peace for just a few moments.
I’m sure Summer is looking for a “park” like this one, but in a much more serious battle. (And less likely to get a reprieve any time soon.) Summer just found out that she has ovarian cancer. The Doctors, nurses, advisors, and insurance providers are everywhere. She has young kids – so she never really had any peace to begin with. Ha! Not much peace for Summer right now.
In a few minutes I will ride back out of this park. I will get back into the constant wave of bicycles headed for the next town or the next beer tent. And as I start feeling pressed-in from all sides, I’ll think of Summer’s fight and this park. And I’ll hope she can find her peace for a few minutes here and there.
The Road Rider
It was a slow start for me today. As I wrote yesterday, the entire team wore the Jeff Webb tribute jersey today. And before anyone rode out, we got a group picture. I had planned to ride out at 6 am, but ended up hitting the road at 8 am.
Jeff is one of the first people I connected with during my first RAGBRAI. I actually talked to him well before the ride started. We had some very weird flights and needed rides in and back out again. It was only later that I found out Jeff drove over an hour in the wrong direction for his plans to drop us off at the end. I learned over the next 2-3 years that he did this for every/any one. No way I could leave “on time”. I would have regretted that for the rest of my life.
The bonus of leaving “late” is I got to ride with Cole for a few miles. It was so cool to see how that group takes care of each other. They went fast! And they kept it safe for everyone. They even drug me along for a long time. I eventually dropped. I was in way over my head and that kind of riding is not relaxing. No chance to look around, get a drink, or coast. We covered a bunch of miles and it was a blast. And then I had fun riding at my own pace the rest of the day.
Tomorrow is another “short” day. It is the lead up to Thursday where many of us will be going 100 miles. I will be up and moving early. I might slow down enough to eat a pork chop for breakfast. Tomorrow evening Cole takes off and I need to do some laundry. (My new hat is so smelly I cannot stand it, but without it my hair goes everywhere!)
Sorry I missed the statistics yesterday.
Day 2 (Monday)
77 miles, 3,200’, 4:52 on the bike
Day 3 (Tuesday)
62 miles, 1,300’, 4:02 on the bike
The Road Rider
I Ride For: Emerson
My name is Jeff. I am the Dad of a friend of your Mom’s. I am 51 years old, have 4 kids, and 4 Grandkids (the oldest is only 2 years younger than you). And today I am riding my bicycle across part of Iowa for you.
Why would I do this, you may wonder? Well, it’s a long story, but the line to go to the bathroom is about 15 minutes long so I will give it a shot.
The first answer is, “I’m crazy.” I could be sitting by a pool somewhere or even at the beach. Instead I am standing in line. To go to the bathroom! There is no ride at the end of this line. And it is not even a real bathroom. It is a port-a-potty like you may have seen at the fair. Yep, I am crazy.
The second reason is because I get to hang out with really cool people. These people look to make other’s lives better every day. This morning for example, all 60 of us waited at camp until everyone was ready to take a picture in a special jersey. One of our team member’s Dad died last year, so today we gave him a big “hug” so he would be less sad.
And third, I ride for you because at least for now you cannot. I saw a picture of you playing softball which was really cool. But I bet your Mom and Dad would not let you pack up your bags and ride across Iowa. 😜 So I am doing it for you.
Ok, so my turn to go to the bathroom is almost here. (It is a good thing or I might have an accident!) I hope your day is going well. I’ll be thinking of you.
Jeff “The Road Rider” Mulder