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I was all set to ride with my regular riding buddy last night. We decided on the gravel bikes, but on paved roads. Our warm snap is over and we’re freezing colder than we were the day before, or, as has been par for the fall, 10 degrees below normal (4 C below normal, about 6 C yesterday).
We started out the first mile and Chuck asked if I could hold his bike while he messed with his cable so the cage wouldn’t rub the chain. I suggested we just take it back to my house because I had the stand set up and we could work on it proper. We had him set and rolling in five minutes.
We rode side-by-side for the first mile and Chuck took the next up front into the wind. He was at about 18-mph into a pretty stout wind and I wasn’t liking it. My legs doth protest too much. Chuck took the next mile, and I let him, still into the wind. And the next, and the next… and I’d have to rewrite that “and the next” several times because I didn’t take a turn till mile 14. I still hadn’t warmed up and I just wasn’t feeling it at all. All of the miles over the last week and some change finally caught up to me. Throw in the cold on top of that and the ride hurt.
I did end up helping for the last third of the ride, but I have to be honest here, I was pretty useless… It was a good ride, but I’m definitely going to need to chill out tonight.
Now to the lesson, the important part of this post. Last night was my brick & mortar meeting for the week (we’re all socially distanced, etc., etc., mea culpa, mea culpa) and a guy came into the meeting before the meeting complaining about his new job, that he felt his new boss hired him into a position that might be one step above his comfortability. This guy has a history of mentally screwing up a perfectly good situation.
So I chimed in and not gently reminded him of something a good friend of mine (who usually offers really bad advice) once shared with me; God is either everything or nothing. Take your pick. I’m easy. God is everything. In fact, ask most who mind f*** themselves and they’ll say the same thing.
Where the rubber meets the road, though, is if God really is everything, that fella is in exactly the position he needs to be in right this very minute. Don’t question it, don’t fret about it, and certainly, don’t work yourself into a damned panic attack over it. Just do your best and be happy.
Then the meeting started and I read the Daily Reflections… and I’m not making this up:
We know that God lovingly watches over us. We know that when we turn to Him, all will be well with us, here and hereafter.
Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions page 105
I pray for the willingness to remember that I am a child of God, a divine soul in human form, and that my most basic and urgent life-task is to accept, know, love and nurture myself. As I accept myself, I am accepting God’s will. As I know and love myself, I am knowing and loving God. As I nurture myself I am acting on God’s guidance. I pray for the willingness to let go of my arrogant self-criticism and to praise God by humbly accepting and caring for myself.
Well, you can imagine the laughter as I read that last sentence. A few who came in a little late missed it, but I quickly explained why three of us laughed so hard.
Next week will be 28 years in recovery for me. In all that time, the number of conversations at the meeting before the meeting that matched a reading, usually a random passage from the Big Book, are too plentiful to count. None, in all those 10,220 24-hour periods was as perfect as that one.
Boiled down, the message is quite simple: God wants us to be nice to others and to be happy. Get on with it, and stop letting that mush between your ears get in the way.
Michigan’s Governor Gretchen Whitmer: As the Narrative Crumbles, Governor Provides Proof Michiganders Need to Check Her Power In November
I can’t take it anymore… Trigger (heh) Warning: Typically I try to leave politics alone because I just don’t want to be that guy. You immediately piss off half of everybody by taking a political stand one way or the other. Our governor is overstepping the bounds, though, and I’m not going to take it sitting down any longer. If you don’t appreciate the rare political post, please feel free to move along. Also, if you feel compelled to leave a comment, please keep it civil. Anything less will be deleted without reply or explanation as soon as I get around to it.
“Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety.”****
Michigan’s Governor Gretchen Whitmer unconstitutionally used a 1940’s law to declare ongoing states of emergency every 28 days while ignoring a 1970’s law passed specifically to limit a governor’s power to do that. Michigan’s Supreme Court ruled unanimously that she should have gone by the 70’s law that involved Michigan’s legislature***. The ruling against the governor’s actions was what we would call “bipartisan” in politics, even if we aren’t supposed to think that way about justices. The governor dishonestly said the ruling was split 4-3 along party lines (there was a split on two other separate parts of the ruling).
Immediately after the ruling, The Gov. hit the airwaves to claim that her ill-gotten power and the orders put forth using that power were really good for another 21 days while she appealed the matter – time that could have been used working with the state legislature to pass laws “protecting Michiganders” was squandered. The Supreme Court then came out and let the Governor know she’d overstepped her bounds, yet again, that their ruling was to take immediate effect and any orders she’d issued were tossed out.
In the meantime, autumn temperatures and kids going back to school drove we Michiganders indoors. To be very clear, COVID is an indoor virus, it’s just not being reported that way because there’s no political benefit to common sense. Now, the article I linked to says cases will spike and a drop in relative humidity will be a factor as well, but that doesn’t begin to explain why the south was hammered so brutally over the summer. Humidity is high and brutal in the south (even in the airconditioned indoors). Covid ravaged the northern states in the early months of the spread until temps warmed up and we northerners started spending more time outdoors. Southern states seemed to escape the wrath of COVID at first. However, once temps started rising down south and southerners went indoors to escape the heat and humidity, their numbers exploded while ours dropped to a trickle. As temps cooled for fall and Michiganders have gone indoors again, the numbers are peaking again. Here’s a news flash; when the temps cool down in the south and people escape to the outdoors again, their numbers will drop.
Under that backdrop, our governor came out the other day with a chart that she claimed showed the rise in cases tied in with the Supreme Court’s decision. That notion is utter poppycock. Absolute folly. Technically, “malarkey” would be a better way to put it. In fact, I’d wager you’d have to either be named Gretchen Whitmer or be entirely ignorant of reality, charts and COVID-19 to believe what she claimed about the charts. Don’t take my word for it, either. Here’s the first chart (the first and third are most useful as an illustration to her delusion of grandeur).
Folks, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to see the trend beginning three weeks before the Supreme Court ruling. The orders and rules had been in place since March, though sectors of the economy were opened up starting in mid-May (I was back to work in my office just a week into May when construction was opened up). Better, look at the trend for the Midwestern States (to further illustrate my exact point, that COVID-19 is an indoor virus, because every midwestern state is following the same trend):
This corresponds with temps dropping and college kids, not grade schoolers or high schoolers, going back to school. Grade and high schoolers are all under strict protocols with social distancing and mask wearing just so they can be in school, across the state.
Now, why did I carve out grade and high schoolers? College begins in late August. Grade schools started right after or just before the 6th of September (not the end of August, though there may have been a few to start that early). Everyone knows there’s a one-to-two-week lag in case spikes as it takes two to five days for symptoms to appear. This has been common knowledge since March. Heck, call it five days (now, five days does coincide with the grade and high school kids going back to school). This would mean those new infections began to rise almost a month before the Supreme Court stripped Empress Whitmer of her ability to keep her thumb on the state. The important point is that our governor is a fantastic partisan and leader when she’s got all of the power and no accountability. She’s shown herself to be terrible at actually governing anyone outside her infinitesimally narrow ideology.
I’m almost done. I’m going to wrap this up with, tah-dah! the WHO, that showed up late to the useful party, but decided to play Captain Obvious by finally proclaiming lockdowns and shutdowns should not be the means of stopping the spread of the virus because doing so only makes poor people poorer. Not surprisingly, our brilliant governor recently threatened the People of Michigan with another lockdown:
If you want your kids to have the prospect of in-person learning, if you want to stay back at work, if you want to keep your business open or make sure that businesses stay open, every one of us has to do our part.”
Governor Whitmer, I’m going to tell you something – I’ll continue to do my part, but you have to do yours as well, and so far, you’re doing a lot worse at your part than I am of mine. You’re the governor of Michigan, not its ruler. Try to be a little more like Rick Snyder or something. Try to work with the legislature. That’s the job, like it or not. I’m not going on lockdown again. I enjoyed the first vacation, and I’m quite glad you shilled for the unemployment checks, but I’m not going back. You don’t have the power to impose it anyway, so stop the empty threats.
Also, while we’re on that, I’d like to know why you would threaten to make poor people poorer with another shutdown? Maybe you could try to answer that at your next presser about “saving lives”. Another shutdown would ruin an order of magnitude more lives than it would save.
We know what we need to do and we all know there are treatments out there that are helping people recover (which is why fatalities are down – if you and Dr. J. aren’t aware of this yet, fear not, it’ll be reported on around November 4th or 5th). Do us a favor and knock off the one-state dictator crap and quit primping for that cabinet spot on Biden’s administration. Actually, wait, keep up with the preening because that’d be a win-win for sanity and rule of law in Michigan. You’d be off in Washington, Garlin Gilchrist would become Governor, he would be horrible because he’s a full-on alt-left extremist true believer and he’d be overwhelmingly voted out in two years.
Now that I think about it, as you were.
Lastly, the important part: If you want to continue to be locked down and dictated to, then by all means, vote left for your state legislature, Michiganders. If, however, you’re for sane governance, vote “along party lines” to keep the governor’s power checked by re-electing your Republican state reps and senators. Governor Whitmer has clearly shown she doesn’t have what it takes to lead in America. It’s quite plain to see she likes to rule rather than lead. She’d be better off in a banana Republic.
***Interestingly, most left-leaning media sources incorrectly state the Supreme Court decision was 4-3 along “party” lines. On two other issues, they were split. On the issue I detailed, it was unanimous. To report that the ruling was 4-3 is highly disingenuous but not surprising. Let’s just say it follows a pattern. One is only left to assume ignorance of those being reported to was the goal.
****The quote from Ben Franklin, “Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety.” is said to mean the opposite that which it is commonly used, by some historians. I disagree, even in context of the tax dispute for which it was first uttered, but this post is long enough as it is. In this case, I used it to mean exactly as the words read.
Making It Through The Rough Patches In Recovery; It Ain’t Always Easy, But It’s Always Better Than The Alternative.
I’m busier than a one-legged pirate in an ass kicking contest at work, lately. It seems I go from one thing to the next before crashing at night and waking to do it all over again. My wife and I have also been dealing with teenage daughter issues as well, and those are never easy. Thankfully, I’ve usually got a late afternoon, early evening bike ride in there to help keep me level, too. But, I’m also “keeping my side of the street clean” in the process. And that’s the most important part.
Of course, compared to facing prison time, let’s just say today’s problems are a lot more manageable when contrasted against my drinking days. I haven’t got anything going right now that a drink or drug won’t make worse. The literary use of the double-negative, my friends. BAM.
One of the things I got right from the beginning was associating relapse – and we’re talking any mood or mind-altering substance – with increased pain and difficulty in life. That wasn’t too far a stretch, of course, no matter what I tried, that’s always what I ended with. As difficult as early recovery is, adding drugs and/or (usually “and”) alcohol to a difficult situation will only make it worse. Escaping from troubles or difficulties never solved them, it only put them off for a time and made them more difficult to grapple with when I finally had to get around to it.
With alcohol and drugs out of the way and not having an escape from my problems, that leaves two choices: 1) Deal with it and work through my problems. 2) Curl up in a ball on the floor.
Well, two isn’t very attractive, so I choose door number one.
Now for the clichés… I do the best I can with what I’ve got and ask my HP for help and guidance through inspiration. God is either everything or nothing. Which is it going to be? This too shall pass, was ever thus.
As long as I remember that nothing in life is permanent, including troubled times, I know I’ll get through this to my next good stretch… and that’s why and how I remain a happily clean and sober guy. I live my recovery by one rule above all others: Just don’t f***in’ drink.
A Few Simple Truths In Recovery: Fear Is the Only Thing That Stands In the Way Of Freedom. And I Know How To Fix It…
Trigger (heh) warning: Warning!!! Reading this post may be uncomfortable, but doing so could lead to your ultimate happiness and freedom from whatever is binding you. This would mean you’re no longer bound by the chains of fear, hate and anger… which would mean you could actually be happy. Jesus, we wouldn’t want that, now would we? Read on at your risk. You have been trigger (heh) warned.
One of my best friend’s stepdaughter passed away in her sleep the other day. She was several years younger than I am and the literal definition of “crack whore”. She led a life that would utterly disgust normal folk.
I wasn’t much better when I was using, but that was a LONG time ago.
Now, here’s where this becomes a important: If you’re having a hard time “getting” recovery (as she did, she had EVERY opportunity but chose “crack whore”), the reason tends to be quite simple. Oh, we can confuse things for ourselves if we wish, but in the end, the hurdles boil down to fear. The real fear is in the unknown – and I’m not necessarily referring to the unknown of what will happen next if we keep using/drinking. We pretty much know that’ll suck. I don’t mean to belittle this fear, just to define it so one might let it go because holding onto this fear is the ultimate roadblock to one’s freedom from the disease.
What we fear in recovery often boils down to a lack of understanding. I struggled with a couple of “steps” because I had no idea what the other side of doing them would look like. I allowed my fear of working through the difficult nature of those steps get in the way of my progress to a point I had a choice: drink again, or do the steps. I didn’t drink. I did the work and on completing it, the feeling of freedom and relief was unbelievable. After all of that struggling, I was finally free of the chains of my addiction. If I’d known I’d feel that good, I never would have hesitated to work through those steps – I’d have jumped at the opportunity. Fear of the unknown held me back from freedom.
That set off a string of victories in recovery that I’m still enjoying 26 years later.
What work is standing in the way of your recovery and/or happiness? This doesn’t just pertain to recovery – normal everyday folk can benefit just the same, just drop the problems associated with drinking more than the normal dozen people put together…
As you might imagine, that one experience changed my outlook on life, considerably – and should you have a similar experience, you should expect something similar – what do you think happens when I bump into something that I know will be good for me to do, but I’m fearful of doing it?
That’s right, I jump at the opportunity because freedom and happiness wait on the other side. And now you know why that string of victories has been going on for 26 years.
It’s simple as that. Damn, it’s hard, though.
God Help Us, The Block Editor is Here. And It’s Going to Be Okay… The Classic Block Will Save We Writers…
Okay, now we’ve hated the block editor for a long time, we WordPress writers. The coding kids love the block editor but for those of us who just write, it was a nightmare. After a mountain of complaints, WordPress allowed for the option to continue use of the standard editor we were used to, and relief. All was right with the world. Then, panic. I, for one of thousands, just about freaked when I received notice that WordPress was going to end the classic editor for good and switch to the block editor.
I wrote a very angry post about it. It was one of my better received posts. Many of my writer friends were in the same predicament.
Well, that day has come, but I’m not all doom and gloom here at Fit Recovery. The designers at WordPress didn’t throw us to the wolves. They’ve given us the classic block and it works almost exactly like the old classic editor.
At the top of the screen on the left, the first time you use the block editor, click the “+” sign. Then search for the “classic” block and add it. Then, whenever you write a post, after you type in the title, or if you start writing and come up with the title later, simply hit the “+” in the body and choose “classic”.
You’ll be able to write your post just like you always did. You won’t have to worry about blocks or justification or anything else. Just write. “Shift+Enter” for single space, “Enter” for double space, and all of the old shortcuts and the editing tools will pop up after you’ve stopped typing and you move your cursor.
I was mortified that my classic editor was gone. Now I’m quite okay. They didn’t roll the bus over us.
Sunday Funday became a perfect chance for my wife and I to learn how to ride our tandem. It was my wife who first suggested we pull the tandem out for an easier Sunday ride. Back in days past, I’d text out that we’d be riding an easy pace and it’d start out great, but if one or two heavy hitters showed, it would get out of hand in a hurry. My wife, with no speedometer for the stoker, had no idea how fast we were going so she would… uh… pedal lightly. I’d hammer the pedals to keep up and I could literally feel my pedal strokes pushing into hers.
My buddy, Mike, said once, a while back, that he works about 30% harder on a tandem with his wife than on his single so I figured this was simply how tandems were. I’d be good for about 30, maybe 35 miles, and I’d be smoked. We managed close to a 20-mph pace a few times, but that kind of speed was hard.
Then, Sunday Funday. With no pressure to keep a 20-mph average, my wife and I were afforded the opportunity to learn how to work together on the bike. Better, as the ride became known as a relaxed pace ride, more tandems popped up. We had four tandems one week – more tandems than single bikes.
With the relaxed pace I watched how the others rode. I learned little tricks, like not holding wheels as tightly in a pace-line as I would on my single (this was a huge tip – I blew a lot of energy trying to stay right on the wheel in front of me). Also, using the right of the cyclist in front of me as a little bailout to scrub speed. Riding with experienced tandem couples was huge. Unfortunately, it also meant a lot of work. Experienced tandem couples tend to have really nice tandems, often weighing ten to sixteen pounds less than ours (and costing more than double, even triple the $4,000 we have into ours).
I cleaned up and readied the tandem for the first time since last year about eight Sundays ago. 17-mph was a fair bit of work back then. Today, 18 is easy. In fact, just yesterday, to keep our at the upper range of a 17 to 18-mph average, we actually had to scrub speed coming home with a tailwind. It was fantastic. Now, we could have finished with an 18.2-mph average. Nobody in that group would have cared, but we decided to go exploring and took our time with it. The ride was so much fun, I’m likely to get a call from my accountant that my taxes have been raised because it’s just not fair I should have so much fun on a bicycle.
If I had it to do over again, we would’ve started out slower, maybe even just the two of us, rather than try to climb directly into the ring to duke it out. On the other hand, if that had been how we started, I’m not guaranteed we would be where we are now, either. In the end, I suppose everything worked out just as it should because we’re having an @$$-ton of fun on that bicycle. Yesterday’s ride was a little more than 40 miles. We pulled up front for 37 of them.
And I just had something new arrive at the house for it yesterday:
Trigger (heh) warning: If you happen to be a sissy, the following might trigger you into sucking your thumb and curling up into the fetal position for anywhere from five minutes to several days. Do not read this post if this is something you’re capable of. I haven’t sucked my thumb since I was knee-high to a grasshopper (I think I was 3) and the last time I was in the fetal position, I was actually in the womb, a person like me would be reasonably safe to read what I’m about to write. You have been trigger (heh) warned.
My daughter, for my 50th birthday, baked me the most delectable carrot cake (with cream cheese icing, of course) to ever have passed my lips. It was one of those cake eating experiences that, because it’s so utterly fantastic, makes you close your eyes in ecstasy the first several bites.
So there I am last night, sitting on the couch after a big, fast Thursday night ride (36 total miles) and, because I’m so attuned to what my body is telling me, my body says, “Hey, yo! Down here! Hey, I need some carrot cake down here!”
Well, now that’s a reason to rejoice right there! My body says it needs carrot cake! Well, you know what happens next: I’m ass-deep in cream cheese icing when I realized I’d made a mistake in interpretation…
My body only asked for carrots. My melon filled in the “cake” part.
Happy Freedom Day, America. Though Her Citizens Have Their Flaws, Freedom For All Was Always the Point
The best of America is the freedom of her citizens. The beauty of its constitution and bill of rights is what makes it all work – and it’s what politicians fight tooth an nail to ignore and misrepresent, for one simple reason: they want us angry and divided so we’ll vote.
I won’t be commenting anymore on that. I will on what is great about America.
In the United States, we are one of the only countries in the World whose rights aren’t handed down from the government. We, unlike anywhere else on earth, are born with our rights or they are a natural part of taking the oath of Citizenship. It obviously took politicians a while to figure that simple truth out, but it did happen.
Other countries hand down citizens’ rights from on high and what is given, can be taken away. Not so in the United States of America and this presents a problem for politicians.
In this country, our rights come from God. We are born free and it’s the government’s job to protect that freedom. The angst in Washington DC is that political elites think of themselves as better than that.
If your politicians are not doing their job protecting your freedom, throw the bums out. More important, if your politician likes to interject themselves between you and your freedom, claiming without them you can’t truly be free, don’t let them run a lemonade stand. If you’re American, you were born with your rights. If you’re an immigrant, you granted yourself your own rights the minute you took the oath of Citizenship. They weren’t handed down to you, they’re yours. Don’t ever let a politician come between you and your freedom. Once you let that happen, they can take it away.
Happy Freedom Day America… and the same to all her citizens. All of them.
A Reasoned Look at Why Cycling Clubs Shouldn’t Rely On the Fast Members to Show Slower New Riders the Ropes.
I have to be a little careful how I broach this subject, but it’s an important one that just popped up in the real world so I just thought I’d write about my experience so that I might help others avoid a pitfall or two.
A few Tuesday nights ago we had about twelve B riders and a tandem and maybe eight A riders show up for a group ride (actually, I think they’re calling us the A & A- Groups now) for what used to be a club ride. The club has decided not to sanction rides for the time being, so people are simply showing up to ride. We had one, lone D rider show up that night and as I wrote in my post about it, I gave up my ride with the A- Group and showed him around the course. He struggled mightily to stay in my draft while I was sitting up pedaling easy, my hands on the bar tops into a 15-mph headwind. He dropped several times and I’d look back to see him 200 yards off my wheel so I’d have to wait till he caught up…
Another club member, after I put out a group-wide ABP for C, D, & E riders, sarcastically (and quite ignorantly and shittily, I might add) pointed out that we A & B riders should happily drop our ride to show these slower riders around until more of the C, D, & E group riders decide to show up.
Ah, that Kumbaya world where cats and rats play together in harmony. It’d be great, wouldn’t it? Except that shit never actually works.
Here’s what really happens when that is tried.
A guy like me sacrifices his fastest, favorite ride of the week to show the newcomer the ropes. Said newcomer struggles to keep up with what is an easy, even boring pace for the seasoned A/B rider. The new rider becomes disheartened when they struggle while they’re watching said A/B rider glide along without a care in the world on the bar tops and into the wind whilst newcomer is down in the drops, pushing with all their might, with their tongue dangling precariously close to their spokes.
Said newcomer will rarely come back because they can’t relate to anyone. Worse, they won’t be able to see a clear path to get from where they’re at to where the faster rider is at so they can ride with actual people. Who wants to feel like their best effort isn’t close to good enough every time they show up? Who wants to ride regularly with a group vastly faster than their best effort can hope to keep up with?
Only your true cycling nuts will put up with that for any length of time. That’d be me, and I’m telling you now, I’m few and far between.
Where this goes haywire is when slower riders mistakenly believe faster riders, in order to shepherd along slower riders, have a dial that they can simply turn to slow that pace down. That’s not quite how it works.
In order to get my wife into cycling and into good enough shape to ride with my friends, I’d go out for a 40 to 65-mile ride with my friends. When I got home, my wife would suit up and we’d ride together for another 20-30 more miles. I was already smoked so I couldn’t have torn off all over God’s green earth if I wanted to. My wife was able to build her fitness up to a point where now she can keep up with my friends and I. The key was getting me to a point I was too tired to get antsy about the slow pace… and I am married to the woman I did that for.
The whole point is this: Slow people mistakenly think fast people should be able to ride with slower folk but the reality is, we can’t. Or I should say, we can’t anymore than those same slower folk can lead out the A Group. I’d buy tickets to see the attempt. Sure, every now and again we can throw out a nice recovery ride pace. My easiest active recovery ride, or should I say my slowest, this year is 16.5-mph. That’s faster than many cyclists’ best effort.
Over time, slower cyclists can gain considerable speed with some effort and a lot of want to… but in a day you can’t make a Thoroughbred stallion trot anymore than you can make a Tennessee Walking Horse a racer.
UPDATE: You might view my points in this post as “arrogant”. If you scroll down to the comments section, you’ll see a friend of mine suggested exactly that – and you would have a point. On the other hand, consider that it’s far more arrogant to expect others to give up their evening ride to cover for you… just sayin’ – that arrogant charge is commonly used one way, but I won’t accept the premise of that argument.
Without Recovery: Fear, Pain, Misery. With Recovery: Happiness, Freedom, Joy, Peace. Rocket Science It Ain’t.
It’s been a while since I broke from cycling for a good, old-fashioned, relentlessly positive recovery post…
We in recovery want for every alcoholic in anguish and misery to experience the peace, serenity and happiness that comes with continuous recovery. That we’ve found in recovery.
We want it so bad, if we could take all of the knowledge we have in our melon and cram it into someone else’s so they could instantly understand down to their baby toes how good recovery is, we’d do it without hesitation. Even if doing so would cost us some of our happiness because we usually have some to spare.
And just so you can know the joy I feel of what it’s like to be free.
Jesus, does it feel good. Give it a try. What have you got to lose? A little fear, pain and misery? Why would anyone want to hold onto that?
We don’t want to get you to conform to our way of life because of some dogmatic, sycophantic desire to have a follower. We try to pass on to others what worked for us because it actually worked.
There’s a lot of negativity in this world. We can use all the positive we can get.
We in Alcoholics Anonymous, as hamhanded as we can be at times, are simply trying to spread some happiness to a group of people who badly need it.
So maybe next time you run into one of us who is a bit awkward at trying to pass on what worked for them you’ll remember why they’re doing it and not worry so much about how. And maybe you can cut them a little slack. What they’re attempting is good. They’re just not very good at it yet.
My name is Jim and I used to be an alcoholic, but I’ve recovered, just for today, and my only desire here is to freely give what was so freely gave to me… because it’s really, really good. A lot of people could use some good… and I have some to spare.
Now, about cycling…