Wednesday, December 29, 2010

I miss my friend

Yesterday was the second anniversary of the death of a good friend of mine, Jerrimy Walker.

He was killed and his wife Stacy seriously injured in a motorcycle accident on December 28, 2008 at 1:30pm. 
He was not at fault, and one of two people who caused the accident was never found.

I was in the air at 35,000 feet yesterday at the time of the accident, 
flying home from the family Christmas in Pennsylvania. 
I would like to think maybe I was closer to Jerrimy, but it was mostly just really lonely.

As soon as the plane landed in Denver,
I put on my MP3 player for the first time, to distract me and keep me from tearing up in public.
You guessed it, Rocketman, Jerrimy's tribute song, was the first song to come on.
Ever cried in an airport?

The most appropriate thing I can think of to post in Jerrimy's memory is
what I put for him on his cross at the accident site:

To laugh often and much
To win the respect of intelligent people
and the affection of children
To earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends
To appreciate beauty
To find the best in others
To leave the world a bit better
whether by a healthy child
a garden patch
or a redeemed social condition
To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived
This is to have succeeded.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

I went back through my notes preparing for the funeral, and detailing the days surrounding it.
My first line when brainstorming what to say in front of everyone:
"When I first met Jerrimy I thought, 'holy shit that's some red hair!'" LOL!

I miss so many things from back then.
I am so incredibly grateful to have Stacy.
I feel blessed to have known Jerrimy.
I am thankful for my motorcycle family.

Proof positive that today is a new and beautiful opportunity to honor Jerrimy's memory:

Parting thought, because I know Jerrimy wouldn't want us to be sad....

Friday, November 19, 2010

What a ride it's been....

I brought my 1994 Honda ST1100 home March 19, 2009 with 46,651 miles.

As of this week, with 89,273 miles, she has been retired from service due to a major breakdown.

She has stranded me only once and has taken me places and let me see things I never thought I imagined I would. I have never put as many miles on a bike as I have on this one! It also opened up the ST-owners community to me as well, something I will never regret. Not only this, but she has been just as comfortable for Karla as she has been for me.

So this blog, after an almost fanatical 2 month run, will lay dormant until I have the fortune to return to two wheels. 
Thank you to all who have followed along!

Monday, November 8, 2010

Probably the last high mountain pass run of 2010

I don't remember having weather this nice, warm and dry in the beginning of November since I've been in Colorado.... Karla's been working hard helping to get the new Murdochs store ready to open, including working 6 days this week. We had tickets for a rugby game at 6, and we agreed to be home around 4. That means I had a kitchen pass to do whatever I wanted as long as I was home by 4!

So... Here's where I went on NOVEMBER 6TH!

I opted this route as I hadn't run these passes since early Summer. They are beautiful and usually not very crowded. I miss being able to run them more often, like I did when I lived in Fort Collins and Loveland.

Keep in mind it was just me, so not as many photos as you're used to!

Official start point was at Tedd's Place north west of Fort Collins, the start of the Poudre Canyon.

Hey look!

And what a beautiful spot for it.... 
I was just a bit above Poudre Falls headed towards Cameron Pass (Highway 14).

 Keep on going up!

And yes... It was quite cold... Roads were dry though.

Cameron pass summit: 10, 276 feet

Check out the ski tracks on the peak behind the sign....

Hopped back on the bike, ended up stopping just a bit down the road....

For the Crags...

I've camped near these before.... You can also hike up to the base of them to this awesome glacier lake.

Took way too many photos.

Down the road a bit for a different view + some more peaks.

Back down in elevation through Walden. I was really hoping this would mean warmer temps... 
Nope, not really. Maybe low 40s.

But soooo worth it! Going from Cameron Pass to Rabbit Ears Pass that takes you down into Steamboat is an incredible bit of country. Almost all beef cattle farms, HUGE ones. Surround on almost all sides by snow capped mountains. Small two laner, plenty of sweepers. When it's not hunting season you'll usually see deer, elk and sometimes moose as well.

Next up to Rabbit Ears Pass, and over this!

Here's why they call it Rabbit Ears....

So... My normal lunch spot in Steamboat Springs is closed the entire month of November...  Sun Pies Bistro Ok, time to search google... This place looked great and had excellent reviews.... Freshies

Pull up to Freshies... They are under renovation.

November is "off season" for steamboat...

Well, just headed down main street with the intention of stopping at whatever looked good cause man I was hungry!


Hunters Welcome is always a good sign... 
Tends to mean good, fast food that doesn't cost a load (which is relative, Steamboat is $$).

I would direct you to The Shack's website.... but it seems they don't have one!

Oh yes... This will do...

Bellied up to the "bar" facing the almost open kitchen... And ordered the special....  
From sitting down to ordering to my food arriving was less than 10 minutes.

Eggs benedict with roasted red bell peppers, roasted green chili and spicy chorizo. 
Can't even explain how tasty!

Kita was parked across the street

Looking up main street Steamboat to the ski area

Next back over Rabbit Ears then down through Kremling. Now, normally once you get towards Kremling things warm up. Nope, still didn't! But, hey, can't complain, it's NOVEMBER. Just recognizing that I need a second helmet because my 12-vent GMAX is cold and I'm severely lacking in the lower extremity insulation... New pants of some sort in order. The winter boots + heat packs did fine for my feet.

Cold cold cold, until I hit I-70 at Silverthorne and headed down in earnest. Holy cow, riding into Denver wearing full gear + snowmobile gloves + winter boots was like riding straight into an oven. I got the weirdest looks waiving at bikers in tshirts!

Couldn't get home fast enough to get the layers off!

Anyways, all in all an incredible ride... Definitely one of the must stunning scenic rides I've ever taken. Ever! I would do it again right now if I could. Well, maybe if I could fit my snow pants over my armored riding pants (I can't, I already tried ).

I consider myself very lucky to have done that ride this time of year to see all that from a motorcycle...