Over hill, over dale
Eastbound and down loaded up and trucking. We are going do what they say can’t be done. We got a long way to go and a short time to get there. Come on watch ol Bandit run.
It was a little bit of a grind today. Rolling hills up down up down up, you get the picture. Cheyenne has a toll for entrance. A physical toll of 8740 feet of elevation. The toll booth is guarded by our Forefather Abe Lincoln. There is a huge statue of him on the summit. I looked at the statue as I crested the summit. It almost appeared as if the statue smiled a bit. Almost to say, “Good job, kid.” I felt like he would be proud of us for embracing our freedom as Americans. Soaking up (Carly) every mile of this great nation.
It’s funny, out here little things become big things quick. I watched my partner Chris struggle with his leaking water bottle yesterday for 80 miles. Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, finally he pulled over, “this darn thing I’m about to throw it across the highway.”
After I was done laughing, I punched him in the shoulder and said, “its been a long day,” and we rode on.
I reflected on this incident. Chris is a really mellow guy. Not the type A to toss backpacks. I laughed at Chris because this type A (me) could relate. I reflected a little deeper. How often do I just let the leak go until it is unbearable? With relationships, work, home, maintenance, etc. The ocean is made up of drops of water. How often do I let the drip go until I’m drowning in 8 foot swells?
So we are rolling down the interstate into a construction zone. The lane narrowed down to one lane, no shoulder. So we moved just inside the cone to avoid trucks. Then like a god send, it turned into a newly paved, closed, two lane highway. The only thing between us and that road was an angry, little old flag lady.
She waved her flag in one hand like a wand and held her other hand out to indicate she wanted us to stop. “You guys can not ride in here” she said. “All the lanes are shut down and there is no shoulder” I said. “I’m sorry you have to ride out on the highway”. This is where the idea of being of service vs just doing your job comes into play.
How about this scenario? “Breaker breaker one nine, this is flag mama at the front door, come on.” “Go ahead flag mama, you got cycle crusher, come on.” “We got us a couple of guys in tights down here looking for an escort.” “Sounds like we got ourselves a convoy.” Not so much. I just rode until she could not see me and jumped onto her new road. Some times common sense needs to outweigh a list of preset rules.
We met the Chief of Cheyenne Fire at their drill tower. He took us out for a great buffet dinner and showed us around town. They seem to be a great fire dept. It was neat to hang out with The Fire Chief. Most of my posts have focused on firemen. It was funny to listen to the Fire Chief talk like a fireman. At the end of the day we are all firemen. Those that know me will tell you that I’m no company man. If we could get out of some of the politics and more into serving I think we would all be better off.
Put the pedal down and give them hell.