Winds of Change

Posted by on Apr 19, 2006 in Uncategorized | No Comments

I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change

The world closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close,like brothers
The future’s in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change

Dang it! A GnR reference yesterday, and now the Scorpions! I am turning into Dicky with all these glamrock moments. But speaking of winds, they were blowing strong today. The day was bright and sunny, but cold. I am hoping, and the weather report seems to float my hope, that these winds are blowing the cold front outta here. The temps are supposed to be in the high 60’s the rest of the week. That would be perfect. Tonight’s ride was easy and short. Just a spin, with some hills worked in to keep things real.

Things are shaping up for KTR. At least from a training standpoint. I have the next couple of weeks mapped out, and then we go into taper mode. There is an XC race the Saturday before the KTR, it will fall right in the middle of my taper, but I think it will be a good idea out get out there and hammer a bit. It is a course that I like to think plays to my strengths. It is long (33 miles), tons of short steep rollers, and it is wide, with a lot of passing and hammering room. In the meantime it will be high (by my standards) volume mixed in with some top end efforts.

I recieved an email today announcing that Saturday April 22nd there will be a gathering of cyclists, friends and media to install a “Share the Road” sign near the spot where Bill was killed. I am glad to see this happen so quickly, and I hope that the desired effect of the sign sets in immediatley. I am torn about attending. I would like to be there and offer my support, but I am not sure I am ready to return to the accident site. A few days ago I rode in the general area, I could see cars speeding along the stretch where he fell. The memories came back pretty thick, and that morning is just not something I like re-living. Something to think about I guess.

Allright, I am out.


  1. Dicky
    April 19, 2006

    I feel ya. Two days after a local cyclist was killed by a bus I was out for a random ride from my house to a local trail. On the way back I ended up right where he was struck. The yellow paint was still on the road marking the scene. I stopped and looked around. I bent over and picked up one of his lenses from the ground and I was tore up inside and out. It is very hard to think about someone being whisked away from our world in such a manner.

  2. Chris
    April 19, 2006

    Don’t be rushed into returning. I’ve had many friend’s hit. Most survived but a few have passed. Years later (yes I know i’m only 24) I still feel really sad when I think about them. Godspeed Bill and all the others. Good to see changes coming out of a tragedy but it never seems to make it any easier to deal with.


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