Thursday, September 14, 2006

 

Judy O'Hare

I have known Judy for almost 40 years, since Judy and Tom and Gretchen and I were newly married couples in Ann Arbor. I think we started riding bikes together in the early '90s, when Judy invited me to Seattle for the STP. Each year about 10,000 riders bike on back roads from Seattle to Portland. The trip is 200 miles over two days, and there are campsites and showers provided for the overnight. There is support, food and drink, provided along the way, but it cannot match Tom's personal support. Other unfortunate riders have to make it to an aid station, but for friends of Judy, the aid comes to them.

I rode the STP with Judy several times, but the organizers had perversly scheduled the ride in late June, when rain is almost assured. I rode across the Columbia in a driving rain in which I could barely see the roadway, much less the river. After two successive years in which it rained most of the ride, I suggested we try another time and place. That led to Yellowstone.

In 1998 we rode from Anacortes, Washington to Yellowstone - 1008 miles in 13 days. Tom and his trusty RV provided support. The riders were Judy, Bill Poceta, David Sklar, Matt Mitchell, and myself. We have the whole crew together again except for Matt. We are missing you Matt and send you and Mia our best wishes.

[An interesting example of the frailty of memory. Half of us were certain the Yellowstone ride was in 1997; the others that it was 1999. Each had specific arguments for their date. We finally found documentary evidence which proved we were all wrong.]

The Yellowstone trip led to others - less difficult - and now to this madness. On this trip Bill, David and I are setting personal records for distance, having passed 1000 miles a few days ago. Because Judy joined us in Eureka she has a ways to go for her record. But there is one record we all share from the Yellowstone trip which we are pretty sure will never be broken, and that is consecutive days riding.

Somehow I get the blame for planning the Yellowstone ride. I don't remember why that is, because I didn't plan the route, but I think I had established a date when we had to arrive in Yellowstone. The problem was that I had never been on a long bike trip before, and I didn't know about the concept of rest days. That's when you take a day off during a long ride and perhaps don't get on the bike at all. Well, I didn't know about this concept (though I now admit it's a pretty good one) and so we rode for 13 days straight without rest.

Judy is responsible for our good hydration practices. She is fanatical about getting enough fluids on the ride, and the rest of us, mostly after suffering the consequenses of dehydration, now follow her lead. She is not, however, responsible in any way for our urination practices, for which we take full responsibility.

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Comments:
Pablo Neruda’s
Ode to Bicycles

I was walking
down
a sizzling road:
the sun popped like
a field of blazing maize,
the
earth
was hot,
an infinite circle
with an empty
blue sky overhead.

A few bicycles
passed
me by,
the only
insects
in
that dry
moment of summer,
silent,
swift,
translucent;
they
barely stirred
the air.

Workers and girls
were riding to their
factories,
giving
their eyes
to summer,
their heads to the sky,
sitting on the
hard
beetle backs
of the whirling
bicycles
that whirred
as they rode by
bridges, rosebushes, brambles
and midday.

I thought about evening when
the boys
wash up,
sing, eat, raise
a cup
of wine
in honor
of love
and life,
and waiting
at the door,
the bicycle,
stilled,
because
only moving
does it have a soul,
and fallen there
it isn’t
a translucent insect
humming
through summer
but
a cold
skeleton
that will return to
life
only
when it’s needed,
when it’s light,
that is,
with
the
resurrection
of each day.

–Pablo Neruda
 
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