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— Into The Wild
You know those superhero movies or TV shows where all it takes is a small mask to render someone completely unrecognizable. Superman or Batman take off that tiny mask and nobody has a clue.
I used to think that was really dumb.
It was a leap of faith I just could not take. Until recently.
See, I’ve been riding up the same trail almost daily for 9 years. Every single morning I would run into the same people and say “hello.” There’s Ed and his two big hounds. Tom and his black & white mutt “Oreo.” The gaggle of women of undetermined ethnicity who wore strong perfume, even while hiking, and would not budge from the trail. No matter, I greeted them all - most by name - and they greeted me back.
But I’m not cycling these days.
I’m very slowly trying out trail running.
So the helmet and lycra kit is off and it’s a t-shirt and running shorts.
And I’m a stranger to these people.
I will never scoff again at the concealing nature of the Lone Ranger’s thin strip of a mask.
And apparently there’s room for a new superhero who hides his identity behind the most effective disguise of all.
A Giro helmet.
Cyrus Thatcher was killed on 2 June 2009. This is the letter he wrote to be delivered to his family if he died:
Hello its me, this is gonna be hard for you to read but I write this knowing every time you thinks shits got to much for you to handle (so don’t cry on it MUM!!) you can read this and hopefully it will help you all get through.
For a start SHIT I got hit!! Now Iv got that out the way I can say the things Iv hopefully made clear, or if I havent this should clear it all up for me. My hole life you’v all been there for me through thick and thin bit like a wedding through good and bad. Without you I believe I wouldn’t have made it as far as I have. I died doing what I was born to do I was happy and felt great about myself although the army was sadly the ending of me it was also the making of me so please don’t feel any hate toward it. One thing I no I never made clear to you all was I make jokes about my life starting in the Army. That’s wrong VERY wrong my life began a LONG time before that (Obviously) but you get what I mean. All the times Iv tried to neglect the family get angry when you try teach me right from wrong wot I mean to say is I only realised that you were trying to help when I joined the army and without YOUR help I would have never had the BALLS, the GRIT and the damn right determination to crack on and do it. If I could have a wish in life it would to be able to say Iv gone and done things many would never try to do. And going to Afghan has fulfilled my dream ie my goal. Yes I am young wich as a parent must brake you heart but you must all somehow find the strength that I found to do something no matter how big the challenge. As Im writing this letter I can see you all crying and mornin my death but if I could have one wish in an “after life” it would be to stop your crying and continueing your dreams (as I did) because if I were watching only that would brake my heart. So dry your tears and put on a brave face for the rest of your friends and family who need you.
I want each and everyone of you to forfill a dream and at the end of it look at what you have done (completed) and feel the accomplishment and achievement I did only then will you understand how I felt when I passed away.
[To his brothers:] You are both amazing men and will continue to be throughout your lives you both deserve to be happy and fofill all of your dreams.
Dad – my idol, my friend, my best friend, my teacher, my coach, everything I ever succeeded in my life I owe to you and maybe a little bit of me! You are a great man and the perfect role model and the past two years of being in the army I noticed that and me and you have been on the best level we have ever been. I thank you for nothing because I no all you have given to me is not there to be thanked for its there because you did it cause you love me and that is my most proudest thing I could ever say.
Mum, where do I start with you!! For a start your perfect, your smell, your hugs, the way your life was dedicated to us boys and especially the way you cared each and every step us boys took. I love you, you were the reason I made it as far as I did you were the reason I was loved more than any child I no and that made me feel special.
Your all such great individuals and I hope somehow this letter will help you get through this shit time!! Just remember do NOT mourn my death as hard as this will seem, celebrate a great life that has had its ups and downs. I love you all more than you would ever no and in your own individual ways helped me get through it all. I wish you all the best with your dreams.
Remember chin up head down. With love Cyrus xxxx
NEW BIKE CONFESSIONS
PART 1: NEW BIKE SHYNESS.
Getting a new bike is such a big, wonderful and scary splurge that it arouses a ton of feelings. Feelings we lay bare for you here in “New Bike Confessions.”
We are shy about owning new bikes.
Strange admitting it, but there you go.
We’re both this way. We feel genuinely lucky and blessed and all that to be able to get a new bike every so often. Part of it is the fact that we’re painfully aware that these are tough times and not everyone can afford to make that kind of splurge. And it’s not like we’re both bringin’ in CEO salaries, so we always second-guess spending that much money in one lump sum. Especially with kids.
Often times, that new bike is not an “absolutely need” but merely a “want.” And when we “want” a new bike it’s usually because it’s quite a looker. Which again, makes us a tad uncomfortable because we’re pretty subdued guys.
Our wives know how much happiness we get from a bike so they support it whole heartedly, so it’s not that.
Are we alone here? Do you proudly roll around on your new bike, head held high, making sure to pop by every coffee shop/cyclist gathering spot to show it off? If so, good for you. We’ll be the ones over in the corner, jacket tossed over our new bike, shielding it from too much attention.
UNIVERSAL TRUTH OF CYCLING #26: THE BEST POST RACE / CENTURY / EPIC RIDE RECOVERY IS DRINKING A BEER IN THE SHOWER.
What? Never done this? Stop reading this and go try it out. The combination of super-hot shower and ice-cold beer is one of life’s greatest pleasures. And no, we’re not exaggerating. We have one good friend (who requested anonymity) who, while in Mexico, pulled off the ultimate trifecta – hot shower, ice-cold beer and personal service from his lovely wife. It was such a massive coup that, even though he was in his late 30’s he texted soon after. An American hero. But enough about Jason Elm. One last thing: 18mph is not responsible for any personal injury as a result of overindulgence or broken glass. So don’t drop the bottle. Or just transfer it to an unbreakable cup, okay? Now enjoy. And you’re welcome.
We left hearst castle at 1230pm.. just now got to the hotel in Monterey. Worst luxury coach ride ever! Driver was going to turn the bus around 2 miles from hotels because he missed a few people from registration. To turn around would have added at least another hour. Good thing we had some very vocal people on the bus. I’m hungry dinner is at 7. There has to be something to eat around here…