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July 2nd Edition
In This Issue:
Gaston County 4th of July Helmet Law Protest Ride
Read about ... A Challenge by the Blue Ridge Shrine Club
Celebrating the FREEDOM of The Ride - a special holiday collage of writings and photos by our creative contributors!
Look for much more at www.thecarolinarider.com
Blue Ridge Shrine Club
Challenges you to RIDE over 1000 in 24!
In 2008, Blue Ridge Shrine Club member Todd Trivette came up with an idea for a unique fund raiser. Having a love for riding motorcycles, he started the Marathon 4 Miracles Charity Ride. While most riding enthusiasts are familiar with the poker runs you see all the time, this event was created to be a bit more, shall we say, challenging....
The premise was simple: Ride a route encompassing over 1,000 miles and do it in less than 24 hours. Donors were solicited before the ride to make contributions and that first year over $3,700 was raised!
The first year, Trivette and Noble Lyman Williams were the riders and endured terrible weather but because of the strong outpouring of support from the donors it was decided to make this an annual event.
In 2009, Noble Brent Higgins joined Trivette and Williams in the fun and the trio have to date, through the kindness and generosity of donors, raised over $42,000.
The 6th annual ride is scheduled for June 23rd and donations are being sought now through August 15th
If you would like to support these three in their endeavors, please make your check payable to:
The Little Weather Quickie for the Greater Charlotte Area
for Week of July 2-9, 2013
Tuesday 75 heavy t-storms, Wednesday 79 t-storms, Thursday 82 iso t-storms, Friday 82 scattered t-storms, Saturday 85 p-cloudy, Sunday 88 p-cloudy, Monday 89 p-cloudy, Tuesday 88 p-cloudy (as per www.intellicast.com on Tuesday 07/02/13)
In January of 1977 I turned 16 years old. I'd been through West Charlotte High School's driver's ed - the range, the classroom, the gruesome shock-you-into-safe-driving movies, the goofy sports coaches teaching us how to drive a car. I had done my time on a learner's permit with Mama or Daddy and even my pain-in-a-little-sister's-neck older brother in the passenger seat. It was 1977 and you could still get your license on your 16th birthday and that's exactly what we did. I think my mother took me to the DMV but all I can remember is what happened after we got back home: Mama gave me the keys to her station wagon and said "go!" Like the gates of the kingdom were opening for me, I found a whole new sense of independence as I pulled out of our driveway without anyone to tell me what to do or where to go. I could turn up the radio as loud as I wanted to and head out unencumbered, released, free at last!
I couldn't imagine anything better ... till 27 years later when I unleashed freedoms I hadn't imagined were possible for me and took to the streets on two wheels. Having never been on or even around a motorcycle until I met Jon, barely ever riding bicycles, and screaming like Laura Petrie (aka Mary Tyler Moore on Dick Van Dike Show,) on on the back of a scooter going no more than 2 mph down Key West streets just a couple years before, I was not the strongest candidate for the Beginner's MSF Class at CPCC but I had one thing on my side: determination. I endured the instructor-from-hell (who made even some of the men in the class cry with his scoldings!,) rain on our testing day, and my beloved watching on the sidelines to get through the class but that wasn't the end of what I needed to do to earn my place in the two-wheeled crowd. Scared to death of speed and curves and irregular pavement (not to mention the dreaded cobblestone, gravel, or sand - horrors of horrors!,) I kept at it even when my motorcycle-savvy mate "gave me the hand" over and over and over again until I finally kept up with him. In a desperate teaching moment, Jon threw his leg over the seat behind me on my V-Star, reached his ape-long arms over and around my timid body to the handlebars. He made me drop my arms and said "YOU shift, I'm gonna deal with clutch and throttle." Knowing one of us had gone mad, I obeyed while he cranked it up 10-, 20-, 30-, 40-, and 50-mph-higher than I would dare to prove the point that I would indeed survive curves at such reasonable speeds. After that plus some parking lot drills and one keep-up-or-your-lost adventure in the country and I was finally getting it. Yep, my determination and my Footloose made it possible for me to experience FREEDOM anew ... and to express myself as FancyFree!
This kind of FREEDOM is really, well, unexplainable with mere words ... yet that is exactly what we're trying to do here today. In today's edition of The Carolina Rider Scene, I am excited to share with you a collage of writings by some of our contributors on the theme of the freedom that only a rider can relate to. You'll also find some fun photos from throughout the years of TCR (and our own riding life) interspersed between these beautifully expressive writings. Thank you to all who participated in this project!
Have a happy holiday week.....
Stick sparklers in your helmet and go for a freedom ride this 4th of July!
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Celebrating the FREEDOM of the RIDE
by a Collage of Creative Contributors to The Carolina Rider
Mike Lopeman ...
Freedom to ride without sanction, interference or harassment is what's most important to me. It's not the brand or style of bike but the unrestricted ability to go where I want, when I want. During a ride, that is not simply commuting to work and back, I enjoy the silence of just being in the moment, no music, no traffic, (hopefully) the roar of the engine and the wind my only accompaniment. ...
When I think about freedom I, like many, think of release from tyranny, oppression, and a "do it my way or else" mentality. When I combine that with my motorcycle, I sense more of a "connection to" rather than "freedom from." Kind of has a more positive spin on it. It's a connection to my world. All my senses firing at once, this is the biggest high one could ever get. I view the scenery in more vivid colors when I'm on my Harley Deluxe. I certainly smell the scenery as flowers blooming, fresh cut grass, or the BBQ joint I'm passing by fills my lungs. I can actually taste the scenery as well. I hear it all as I whip by; other vehicles, my tires devouring the road, the mind numbing roar of the wind. Most importantly, dear one, I feel it. The heavy South Carolina humidity, the heat on my legs from the engine, the tingle of sun on my hands that are wrapped around the controls which respond to my every wish. That's when I acknowledge my freedom, when I'm connected to my world through my bike. Remember, my friend, 4 wheels move your body, two wheels move your soul!
Golden "Bub" ...
We love it, we honor it and sometimes we abuse it.
And the freedom our motorcycles give us is hard for a non-cyclist to comprehend. Even to explain it is hard. We recognize it, feel it and crave it. On a cold rainy day in January we think if only the weather would break I could ride and all would be well.
When we move that Iron Pony out of the garage we get a thrill just looking at it, and when we fire it up, mount up and ride off, our cares and worries melt away. The stress of every day is lifted from our shoulders. We ride and the wind rustles our clothing and tingles the hair on our arms. We smell the new mown hay , the scent of the flowers, could anything be better than this?
Enjoy that machine and the freedom it gives you.
Jason Taylor, The Litigator ...
Riding, all my senses taste the change. My body and soul come alive. The sounds, the vibration, the wind, the oneness with the bike. I am not sure if it is the environmental exposure, the increased risks, the required focus or some other yet unknown element that makes the ride not the destination of singular importance. In an effort to understand the emotion of the ride, I looked up the definition of “free” and “freedom” and immediately identified a number of characteristics that make up the DNA of my motorcycle ride: 1) not bound or constrained 2) governed by consent 3) unobstructed 4) guileless; frank 5) taking undo liberties 6) ease of movement 7) unrestricted use. The bike, what a gift, sharing everything. The ride, never the same, moment to moment. Together they morph memories, good becomes great and bad gets forgotten. Stay vertical,-Jason
Jane LaVoy ...
FancyFree Made Me!
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