Yesterday was the 13th running of LA’s last ride. Every Memorial Day we ride the last bike route that our brother, Larry, rode the day before he left us to ride in his eternal home. He left us way too early.
So, we ride to honor and remember him and his way. Larry was always watching the riders who were struggling. He made sure we waited for them. I used to not care if anybody got dropped. Not so now. I’ve learned from LA’s example, it just took me awhile longer. I now look back after every hard pull and make sure the team waits for anybody that’s come unhinged. The goal is to leave nobody out on the road.
Yesterday, we slowed the pace after a few hard pulls and allowed the stragglers to reconnect. It mostly worked as LA would have wanted it. There was one exception. We dropped Duncan. By the time we realized he was gone, he had found another way home. Dan did go back looking for him as the rest of us waited. He gone. So, Duncan, we are glad you joined us and sorry we dropped you. You are one of our brothers and it shouldn’t have happened. Shit does happen. Please know you were missed and know we went back to find you. Come again and let us make it up to you.
Remember, friend, Leaders are masters at repair. We all make mistakes. We all mess up. We all fall short. Leaders repair. Do you?
Duncan is the dude behind PJ’s big head. He’s the one with the white bandanna.
Live hard. Love harder…