Rides 1-3
Rides 4-6
This year was a big one for me and, I hope, a memorable one for all my friends. The Pirate Ride series was something I wanted to create for quite some time, but if you had asked me a year ago what my planned "infusion" to the local scene would be I could not have told you. Now, in hindsight, I look back on what a little passion and energy manifested and can hardly believe it myself. I'm am just lucky that there are plenty dudes and dudettes in these parts who ride simply because they love to ride, no schmoes, few egos, just sisters and bros. Perhaps the best part of this winter's activities were the relationships that stemmed from all of our fellowship. I was given the opportunity to spend time with folks that I had only spoken with in passing, able to come together around a common goal, and see buds who would have otherwise been busy with other obligations. Someday when all the work of the world is behind us, and when the competitive fire of youth has dwindled from a blaze to a single glowing coal, I look forward to sitting on a front porch, sipping a cool beverage and looking back on these crazy times with smiles and laughter. The days have grown too mundane for my spirit of late, and so I must fly. An annual summer escape which I must exercise before accessories begin to exercise me. I have shrugged off any fears or feelings of responsibility that threatened to clip my wings, for I know that all must fly there own route. I hope that all my friends will continue to find happiness in their days, be it on their bikes or otherwise. When you feel the summer sun beginning to wane and fall threatens to knock on the door, look to the east and I won't be far behind. If it is right we shall do it again, if it is otherwise so shall we be. I look forward to another season, but first I look forward to tomorrow. Here are some memories of days past. I will see you all in days to come.
J
