08 January 2012
So, yeah, after the funeral
"Which he didn't," she added. "And, so, yeah, that's what happened."
So, yeah, after the funeral, the next day, Christian's dad Derrill and I, and about 8 of his regular riding buddies, headed out onto the Hawes trails in the far-east Valley together for a ride. It was an ideal morning and the trails were perfect.
"How many times do you think we did the same kind of thing when we were eighteen?" he and I both wondered aloud as we were preparing our gear and getting ready to start.
"And got away with it. Survived."
"Easily." Dozens of near-misses. Dozens of dumb-moves. And somehow, we survived. For some reason Christian didn't.
Can't explain that.
So, yeah, after the funeral, on our ride today Derrill cleaned the big climb, called Cardiac, for the first time ever. "I wanted to do that, for Christian. And I did," he told us all when we reached the top together.
No one really knew what to say. We were just a bunch of speechless, sweaty guys astride their bikes at the top of a climb. So what was done at that moment was precisely what has been done a billion times before, at the top of a billion similarly challenging climbs cleaned for the first time: fist bumps, high fives, pats on the back.
But I know what we all meant was, "We're so sorry, man. This sucks. Your strength's not just in your legs today. Well done, my friend. Well done."
Posted by RockyChrysler on Sunday, January 08, 2012