My name is fatmarc vanderbacon. I had the great pleasure of riding my bike with Buddy the leg breaker, Kid Chris, Nick, Shane, Rombach (toughest man on the planet) and Kurtee last weekend.
"big deal" you say. "you ride with those guys ALL the time..."
Yeah, well yeah, but after a few months of crushing souls minus an ACL, Buddy the leg breaker will have surgery this week to be made whole again. I'll miss riding with him, and he called his shot as we headed out for the "Mr. Belvedere hates you loop" for his last ride.
A few thoughts:
1. Mr. Belvedere hates you much more in December than in June. This was much tougher than I remembered. We had two LONG peppy sections that stung my legs everytime I walked up the stairs the rest of the weekend.
2. We turned onto Old Elk Neck road and it looked like someone smashed 100 cases of beer all over the place. There was glass every where. Perhaps fitting, Buddy got a flat on his last ride for a while.
3. While changing the tire a kind woman drove by, slowed down to take a good look to, we assumed make sure we were okay. Just then the kind young woman flipped us the bird and sped off. Welcome to cecil county.
4. As we rode into North East we saw lots of road closed signs. It became clear that the Christmas Parade was coming through town, and sure enough we rode right through it. We greeted the crowd with our best pageant waves. We were greeted by kind smiles all along this section of the route.
At the end of the of the ride, it was all smiles, as Buddy explained how much he loves parades, and we wished him the best of luck wtih his surgery. It was a pretty damn good day...
looking forward to riding with Buddy very soon...
thanks for reading.
Monday, December 9, 2013
Sunday, December 1, 2013
My name is fatmarc vanderbacon. I lost my wedding ring this weekend. Ouch. In the scope of an otherwise incredibly awesome weekend, I lost my wedding ring. I'll admit that put me into my own sort of fit and personally inflicted havoc. But, at the end of the day, I'll say that it was all for a good cause. Now the good news is this: I have a friend named Benny da Jewlar. Benny is da Jewlar for cyclist everywhere,
and Benny was able to help me out with a new ring. Thank you sir. BTW even if you aren't a cyclist, I would highly recommend Benny as a jewelry resource.
"How the hell did you lose your wedding ring?" I'll get there...
Thanksgiving morning started out with a spectacular ride with these gentlemen. A couple of nice hours over at fairhill making a special spot in my belly for a lot of food later.
While Diane can't ride a bike yet, Blake, Consorto, and Kita also rode out of our place and we hung out for a bit and shared things we were thankful for... and few Fat Tire Ale's courtesy of Mr. Sean Mealy!
"Great, now how the hell did you lose your wedding ring?"
Okay, on Friday Henry's Bikes was holding a CF foundation fundraiser. Essentially they were going to have people riding trainers in front of the shop for 24hrs. I had signed up to ride from 4:30pm-6:00pm. In the course of rushing there, and trying to find socks, and.. well I lost it. I scoured the Henry's Parking lot. I scoured my car. I scoured my sock drawer. It's gone. I'm quite sure an evil little gnome took my ring into some odd black hole. bummer
Good news is that the CF Foundation Raised just over $7000!
And frankly, I think the event could do more. Could get more spinners! We could do $10k next year. I look forward to being a part of this again next year!
That cute guy in the back with hi-vis booties and no wedding ring- yeah that's me...
So at the end of the day, I got to be apart of a pretty amazing event, got to see lots of friends, and have a really wonderful long weekend...
As Kelly Cline said, "Maybe Christmas doesn't come from a store, Maybe Christmas perhaps means a little bit more. Happy Black Friday"
thanks for reading.
best to you