Conny's 2019 MOW Fund-Raising Page
So, I completed yet another MOW/WFM ride - the event that originally "put me on my bike" (road biking in the foothills of the upstate in any case.) And, I had another adventure – I signed up for 72 miles, but forgot to put the timing chip on at the start so I rode back to the car before I left and was the last out of the box so-to-speak. Then, when I had finally caught up to my team-mate Todd Hermetz (Mickey Deering and Ben Franklin were well ahead) I got a flat tire! I had all the gear, so Todd went on, fully expecting me to catch up with him, but hand-strength is waning and I am not very practiced at changing rear tires (or any for that matter), I struggled to get the tire changed. Then, Team Vive folks - Wally Bishop, Melissa McWhite and Laura Hodges (mostly Laura) helped me finish the job. There was another person, who stopped before them to help and then rode with us for a while after, but I have forgotten his name...
At the rest stop, Amber, from Freehub Bicycles on Woodruff Road, put my bike on the stand and replaced the tube again - she found a staple in the tire which had already damaged the new tube...
After that, I opted to ride the 50 mile loop with the Team Vive folks - it was a beautiful day to be out and we enjoyed riding up Callahan Mountain and Pleasant Hill Road together. At one point I led everyone down the wrong road, following a "phantom rider" rather than back-tracking and checking road markings when it "felt wrong" A former Finish Strong teammate happened upon us and we headed back up 101 and down the right road after adding a few extra miles to our tour.
After the 72 milers and 100 milers coming back from NC started flying by, I was itching to ride faster, to just get back and get off my bike - so I caught someone's wheel and rode the rest of the way in at ahead of Wally, Laura and Melissa. Once there, however, that "ambitious streak” got the best of me and I wanted to make it a "metric century" since I had missed out on the 72 mile goal. So, I road across the finish line (so the timing chip could get my official time,) and then headed back down the Swamp Rabbit Trail.
I stopped a few miles down the road. There I sat at, the south end of Furman lake, for a few minutes contemplating the changes: My son’s upcoming graduation from this fine establishment and the changing landscape of Paris Mountain – I will miss my son as he moves on into the next stages of his life, just as I miss the “old Paris Mountain”. I guess some people see the architecture and homes being built up there as "beautiful" – and, I suppose if it were my house up there I'd be pointing it out with pride myself... but I remember the mountain when it only had the radio tower and no houses, and, I guess, I consider that more beautiful than it is today. But, change, growth, is inevitable… just as my son’s leaving to carry on a new life is a necessary, painful but hopeful step for us.
So, after making my peace, I rode back up the trail, got my metric century in and then sat and ate my late lunch with the three that had "rescued me" by the side of River Road, Then I sat and spoke my teammate Todd who had opted to do the longer 72 mile ride and had come in behind me.
All this to say - Meals on Wheels has been as much a ministry to me as I have been a volunteer for it over the years. If you give to this group of giving, caring people, your money is well spent - and it is not too late!
Thanks to those who gave on behalf and anyone else's...
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