Trek Across Ohio

Epic day.

Fueled by cold pizza and soda, the team embarked on a 65 mile journey through the rolling hills of eastern Ohio. Riders rode through a light afternoon precipitation, enjoying the soft sounds of nature and the roaring of passing semis. Upon the exotic breads of Panera, we savored the flavors of peanut butter and jelly. Our lack of sleep and fatigue caught up with us as we arrived in Zanesville. The church provided us with a tasty lasagna dinner (promptly inhaled), and we concluded our evening with a screening of Little Women, a rousing game of euchre, and an 8:30 lights out.

Comments (2)
  • danny miller says:

    dear riders,

    i cannot imagine the thrill of biking through ohio, or the the gooey simplicity of pb&j. however, i can imagine the kind of bonds people might forge over a game of euchre, or the common cause of riding for cancer. my grandpa died of cancer a few years ago. doctors said he lived longer than 95% of people with stage IV cancer. i attribute that to his will to live and laugh, and give his young relatives excruciatingly loving hugs. he died not three weeks from christmas. as if that was not enough, our family soon learned that my grandma’s blurred vision and transient collapses were the result of a swelling brain tumor intruding upon the rest of the brain. luckily, the surgeon removed her silent assassin, and was spared the slow and writhing pain my grandpa and many others (all those we know who have and will develop cancer) suffer. we did not receive presents that year. although i never believed in santa claus, god or luck, it was amazing to witness how many people came to my grandpa’s wake, regardless of their beliefs. the line to pay their respects was so long the wake had to be extended.

    every single rider this summer…i don’t know how to thank each and every one of you (few of you know me). my grandpa was a truck driver. im sure he knew every road you are traveling, whether traveled on purpose or on accident (tracey has expertise in this area). were he alive, he would be amazed at your investment in this cause. biking the thousands of miles his coffee driven truck had taken him just to make a dent in the search for a cure. or at least hope. your destination may be thousands of miles away, but your fervor for each and every difficult ride lay at the heart of the struggle for every life affected by cancer.

    sincerest thanks to all your support,

  • skamykowski stephe kamykowski says:

    “It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them. Thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motor car only a high hill impresses you, and you have no such accurate remembrance of country you have driven through as you gain by riding a bicycle.” Ernest Hemingway.

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