Monday, June 25, 2012
Fate plays no favorites...
“Fate
determines many things, no matter how we struggle.”
Amid a beautiful
landscape and a bicycle race that is pure and simple, today’s themes include
wishful thinking, desire, desperation, defiance in the face of certain cruel
fate, and gaps between reality and fantasy.
The Chequemegon
100 is the quintessential grassroots cross-country mountain bike race. It is a free, back-to-the-basics mountain
bike race, devoid of all the surreal and frivolous trappings of the for-profit
operations that afford the masses a myriad of various categories, distances, and
trinkets to hang around their necks. And
yet, encouragingly, despite its lack of fanfare, it attracts many of the
Midwest’s finest bike racers. It crosses
through nearly one hundred miles of amazing single track that is the obvious
result of tremendous labor and attention to detail. The CAMBA trails are a treasure to
behold. This is simply a great event!
So there is
little wonder that the beginning of this race day brought forth great optimism
even for an aging cyclist that has endured for seemingly endless months a slump
in performance that would shake up even the most stalwart of men. On such a day, on such a course, anything is possible!…Such was
his soaring mindset as this once proud man made his way to the starting line…But
alas…“Fate is the endless chain of causation, whereby things are; the reason or
formula by which the world goes on.”
As he confidently
rode his steel steed to the start line that lay a couple kilometers down a gravel
road, he regaled a throng of youthful confidants of past heroics, little did he
suspect that a large and evil stone would jump out and bite his rear wheel,
breaking a spoke on a wheel that only had twenty-four to begin with… suddenly
what had been a moment of great expectation turned to a moment of nervous trepidation.
The wheel had
been compromised and he knew deep in his psyche that he would pay for this
transgression. He knew the truth behind
the adage that “All things
are subject to decay and when fate summons, even monarchs must obey.” In other
words…
He knew that one
can only ”go with ones fate,
but not beyond. Beyond leads to dark places.“ But a healthy human mind is an
optimistic organ and thus he searched for the kind of public comment that would
bolster his chances for a compromised wheel that would hold together for a
hundred miles of single track riding at race pace. The youthful Jay Barre, perhaps feeling pity
for the aged one, offered up a hopeful insight, “if you ride light and avoid
any big hits, you should be alright.” Another offered, “just ride like Scotty
Kylander-Johnson or Todd McFadden, you know, ride like a pro and you’ll be
fine.” He, of course, rejected any mention of the fact that the lightweight
wheel was doomed. One guy, a realist, stated the obvious, “Charlie there is no
way that wheel is gonna hold, especially the way you hit stuff.”
So the die was
cast. But the author could not help but
recall the wise words of the Buddha: “I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act; but I
do believe in a fate that falls on them unless they act.” He knew that he must at least give it
go. And thankfully the wheel did hold
for over sixty miles during which the rider was treated to a most excellent
experience including riding with many old and new friends. Then abruptly, he hit a boulder and two other
spokes snapped and the wheel went too wobbly to continue on the course. A kind Samaritan stopped and manhandled the
wheel to a semi-circle enabling the rider to continue pedaling, albeit a lot of
rubbing of rubber on the frame.
The good news is
that he still made nearly nine hours in the saddle as he was able to gingerly
ride the bike back to the start via a series of ATV/gravel roads to Seeley and
then back to the start via Highway 63 to Cable and then back to Lakewoods
Resort.
History shows
us that other highly developed forms of civilization have collapsed. Who knows
whether the same fate does not await our own? Things fall apart...
A sincere and enthusiastic
THANK YOU to the Salsa Guyz that put on this wonderful event!!!!
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When I get to Illinois can I build you a wheel?
ReplyDelete32 spokes,3 cross that will not blow up because of a pebble.
Ari
I say look into tandem wheels. I've seen you ride.
ReplyDeleteMax....You crack me up :)
ReplyDeleteC
Please excuse the off topic post, but can you point me to more information about the Saint Cloud Gravel race referred to on your "Priority Races for 2012" section? The googles know little.
ReplyDelete"It is not the critic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat." Theodore Roosevelt
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