Posted by Ted on Apr 26, 2009 in Biking, Memories

Today I rode 20.17 miles, up to Skyline Blvd where I watched the sun set over Marin.

It was a hard climb up to almost 1700 ft above sea level, but I pushed myself, told myself that I could do it. I was not just riding for me today. One of our Boston fire tribe is lost to us this weekend. As Jayne pointed out in an episode of Firefly, there’s something about death that makes one want even more to feel alive. Here’s to absent friends; Gabe, Frostbyte, and Leah.

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Apr 27, 2009 at 4:30 pm

Kick ass bike trip! Do you have time data for those waypoints?

Sorry to hear about another death … I guess I’m out of the loop … hugs and blessings.

Apr 27, 2009 at 4:39 pm

No specific time data, but the whole trip took about 3 hours. As to being out of the loop, there’s no reason you’d know the person in question, who was a member of the Boston fire spinning community. Thank you for the hugs and the kudos..