As I was cycling from Sparta this morning, I espied something in the distance that I couldn’t discern. Often, looking ahead on the trail, one might see a deer, another cyclist, or a group of cyclists. As they are closer and closer, they become more discernable. This morning, I just couldn’t quite figure out what I was seeing. It wasn’t moving very fast, but then neither was I. Over period of about 30 min, the disance between us became shorter and shorter, and I could finally see that it was an adult on a trike. Not the cool, “new” trikes, like a recumbent, but a three wheeled bike. The pedlar had a red and white cooler attached on the back, like a cargo bin, and a speaker between the two handlebars. He was poking along, just boogie-ing. I kinda “ignored” him, and pedaled on. I was very thirsty, and hoping that there would be a convenience store in Rockland.
I got off the trail, and hoped the unusual cyclist would cycle on, because I was out of my comfort zone. Having paid for my coffee, and some Gatorade, I was putting it all together when this guy came into the c-store. He seemed friendly with the clerk, so I assumed he was harmless and asked where he was cycling to. He said that he had arrived. He was cycling from Sparta to Rockland. About 7-10 miles.
He mentioned that he had a special bike, because he was a leg short. Not a foot short, but a leg. I looked down, and sure enough, he had a prosthetic leg from the knee down on his right side. His name is Dave Brown. Dave is 67 years old, and said he was in a wheelchair for 3 years after a leg amputation due to Diabetes. He said he couldn’t waste his life in a wheel chair, so he got the prosthesis and had the bike specially made. He now rides from Sparta to Rockland each day. He tries to extend his ride a little, by little, increasing his range and degree of exercise.
I’m inspired by Dave. He wouldn’t let life’s circumstances get him down. As a matter of fact, he is very cheerful. Cracking corny jokes with everyone he meets. He enjoys bringing a smile to the face of others. I’m blessed to have met Dave. He gave me his card. IF you want to cheer Dave on, ask me for his address and send him a note. He won’t get it by e-mail. he’s a snail mail kind of guy.
I’m so thankful to be on this trip, meeting so many people who teach me how to approach adversity. Life is good, indeed.