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Monster Ride - Updated August 7, 2010
I am in the midst of planning the first annual (?) Monster Ride in support of Muscular Dystrophy research. If you are interested in participating, check out the proposed route and let me know if you are interested. The date is planned for July 8, 9, & 10, 2011.
I have been in touch with Michael Kneebone of the IBA and have permission to forgo the detailed log that the IBA requires. Instead, we are looking at a manditory "corner" reciept and a "sign out/sign in" odometer reading. The estimated distance is 1117.7 miles with an estimated completion time of 22 hours 16 minutes. A total of 30 hours will be alloted to finish the course. This is an ENDURANCE ride for charity, which has officially been recognised by Muscular Dystrophy Canada!
Safety is our first and foremost concern. The 30 hour allotment should allow for a few hour sleep if you need it.
Those who take part will recieve a ride patch and T-shirt . A "pledge sheet" will be included in a finished information package and a presentation will be done at the completion of the ride.
I am in the process of drumming up some form of sponsorship for this and would love some help with the organizational aspect of this endeavour. If you are interested in helping out, pm me or email me at ular@quesnelbiker.com. Lets try and make an impact in the community.
I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line.
But, you didn''t see me, put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.
I saw you, pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk.
But, you didn''t see me, playing Santa at the local mall.
I saw you, change your mind about going into the restaurant.
But, you didn''t see me, attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.
I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head when I rode by.
But, you didn''t see me, riding behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.
I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at your children.
But, you didn''t see me, when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.
I saw you, stare at my long hair.
But, you didn''t see me, and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.
I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather jackets and gloves.
But, you didn''t see me, and my brothers donate our old ones to those that had none.
I saw you, look in fright at my tattoos.
But, you didn''t see me, cry as my children were born and have their name written over and in my heart.
I saw you, change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere.
But, you didn''t see me, going home to be with my family.
I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But, you didn''t see me, when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.
I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car.
But, you didn''t see me, pat my child''s hands, knowing he was safe behind me.
I saw you, reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road.
But, you didn''t see me, squeeze my wife''s leg when she told me to take the next turn.
I saw you, race down the road in the rain.
But, you didn''t see me, get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.
I saw you, run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time.
But, you didn''t see me, trying to turn right.
I saw you, cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in.
But, you didn''t see me, leave the road.
I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass.
But, you didn''t see me. I wasn''t there.
I saw you, go home to your family. But, you didn''t see me.
Because, I died that day you cut me off.
I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family.
But, you didn''t see me.
