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Farewell, tooth #11.
I learned some sad news the day I wrote my previous post. A woman had been killed by a driver while she was participating in the Tripleshot CrossFondo. The news article a co-worker showed me on his monitor mentioned it was a woman in her 40s. I ran down to the bike shop to ask a colleague I knew had volunteered at the event if he knew who it was. Several of the ladies I ride with are in their 40s. Hell, I am a female rider in her 40s! (Only Danica texted me in a panic to see if I was still alive.)
I recognized the name. It wasn’t any of the ladies in the WhatsApp group I belong to, but it was someone I’d followed on Strava for a while. I was sure our paths would eventually cross. But now she is gone, and the cycling community is devastated. Several of the ladies I ride with knew this woman personally. I didn’t feel better about it not being anybody I knew: this was downright awful news.
I was still processing the news when I wrote the October 21st post. Later that night, I lay in the dark next to Jordi in my bed, and tears escaped the corner of my eyes. I’d taken a break from cycling to give myself time to heal from the trauma of my accident, and now it had been reawakened. I got lucky and walked away from getting hit by a car, fucking up my mouth in the process. And this poor woman didn’t make it.
Continue reading “Farewell, tooth #11.”Live Blog!
8:46am- Jordi and I are on our way to Calgary. We’ve been up since 4am.
I’m currently admiring the tribal and swoosh designs on trailers and RVs, while inhaling fresh manure from the fields of Chilliwack.
It is HOT.
9:03am- Chilliwack is beautiful. Every time I go through Chilliwack, I think of the deaf kid who took a taxi to get from Chilliwack to school in Langley. He did this from kindergarten until grade 12. It’s an hour drive each way, yeesh.
10:02am-
Now leaving Hope. When Jordi mentioned that Rambo was filmed here, I was like, “Really? Well, I’ve never seen Rambo.”
“That does not surprise me.”
A few minutes later, we were confronted with this:
10:11am- I also wondered out loud why Hope wasn’t a more populous town. It’s a beautiful place.
Jordi said there were a lot of drug addicts.
“So does Victoria?”
But it’s boiling here and it’s somehow only 21 degrees and it’s supposed to get up to 35!
“Now I see why people don’t want to live in Hope.”
11:13am-
1:16pm- Just looking at Kamloops makes me thirsty.
2/10. Would not live here.
2:35pm- 28 degrees in Salmon Arm. I’m hot and sleepy. Amazingly, Jordi is holding up well. We’re just over halfway to Calgary. Oh boy…
4:05pm- Revelstoke! Beautiful town. And they have a Quiznos Sandwicherie!
The Petro Canada convenience store also conveniently had Rick & Morty bongs.
9/10. Would live here.
4:34pm- At this point, Jordi’s windshield has become too bug-splattered for proper photos of the scenery. This is Revelstoke.
We are now passing through Rogers Pass.
4:54pm-
Jordi has a sore neck from keeping his hands on the wheel for 10 hours.
“I should have brought my stupid neck pillow… How many pillows of yours have a built-in Bolo tie?”
6:13pm- Guess we crossed the time zone.
7:28pm- We’ve crossed into Alberta! Not sure we’ll make it to Calgary before sundown. We might end up getting a hotel.
7:46pm- Over 900km now. A car with a Florida plate just passed us, followed by a car with a California plate!
We’ve gone under 5 wildlife overpasses. Ooh, here’s #6.
8:02pm- We’ve passed Florida Man, who seems to be unable to convert miles per hour into km/h.
Also… a prison bus! What a nice route for the prisoners!
8:40pm- Home stretch! About 20 minutes to go. Jordi is visibly uncomfortable. Hurry!
9:05pm- ⚰️ We made it!
Cornhole is so hot right now.
Jordi dragged me to a pub called The Canadian Brewhouse for a cornhole showdown. It was my first time playing (to my recollection), and I was simultaneously excellent and terrible. My beanbags either landed in the hole/halfway into the hole or missed the board entirely. Jordi’s cornholing skills were more consistent; however, I would’ve been a star of the brewhouse if it weren’t for the Men’s 200m Breaststroke finals showing on the TVs.
Only Jordi witnessed me swishing the beanbag into the cornhole. That bag shot right into the middle of the cornhole without as much as grazing the rim. To use the Washington Post’s description of Léon Marchand’s Gold medal winning swim: It was aggressive. It was audacious. It was unprecedented.
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Monday was the last quilting class. It ended with all three layers of my quilt pinned together and a copy of the work order sent with my sewing machine to Bill Murray. The final step involves sewing the layers together, something not feasible with a temperamental sewing machine that switches up stitch lengths whenever it feels like it.
Instead of sharing something I made, here’s something Danica made:
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