Best ride…

Seven years ago today, my friend (Markel) was hit while riding his hand cycle bike in our neighborhood. He should have died. Years prior to that this healthy dude was hit out of nowhere with traverse myelitis. Should have killed him. He’s. Just. Too. Strong.

So, today, we took a long overdue, Sunday stroll. New tradition born. He’s a good man and I’m becoming a better friend. We laughed and rode side by side. He’s on a recumbent and hadn’t been out of the neighborhood for awhile. I took him on some of his favorite “white” roads. Scared him a bit and he loved it. Best ride. Slowed me down in the best way. Thanks, Markel, for your patience with me.

Live hard. Love harder..