I moved to Flagstaff, into a dank charmless little studio apartment, located conveniently right next door to the Greyhound bus station, in the middle of the summer of 1991, admittedly quite broke and, also, more than a little bit broken of heart/spirit/mind/body as well.
Cosmic Ray's little green book changed all that. I was hooked on page 4.
"The world is a serious place... [but] someone somewhere got an inspiration to put a few skinny tire bike parts on a fat tire clunker just to see. Why? Fun! That's why this little trail guide... so that we here in Flagstaff and the rest of Arizona can share our fun. This is a guide to that elusive trail disappearing into the woods. That trail leads to the very heart of imagination... of our childhood dream of wander. Mind you, there are always secret rides... red hot pokers couldn't make me talk! Or there are trails not meant to be biked for the good of Mama Earth. But there are also rides so fine all over our great state that they just yell out to be shared. This is them!The day after I purchased his book at Cosmic Cycles I followed his Observatory Mesa map out my door and into the woods. It was this one:
I did the ride backwards. I made the dumb decision to do the ride in a clockwise direction because the end of the loop, per Ray's written directions, was not far from my apartment, on the other side of the train tracks, right where the pavement ended, not too far from the big sandstone bridge, at a place Ray described as Tunnel Spring. I figured I could piece together the rest of the ride, working the route out turn-by-turn, by reading Ray's directions in reverse.
I learned that day what all of his readers would come to know about Ray over the course of the ensuing years and multiple editions of his book. That is, despite the fact that he was destined to become a kind of regional celebrity in mountain-bike circles, it would not be for his cartographical skills or his ability to provide detailed textual descriptions of critical waypoints.
"Sorry my semi-accurate treasure maps still look like the primative doggerel of a demented adolescent. I'm a bike mechanic by trade. Be thankful. They used to look like the scribble of some tweaked out rat on glue. My maps are rough like mountain biking, not an exact science. It's hard dirty fun and it frequently hurts."It rained a lot while I was getting lost on Observatory Mesa trying to follow Ray's perplexing directions backwards, hailed a bit too, none of which I was adequately prepared for, leaving dozens of large welts on my bare arms. It was hard. And maybe even a little scary. But I persevered, undaunted and undeterred, through it all, to return back to my dank-but-dry studio apartment near the bus station, eventually, nearly hypothermic in the end.
And it was awesome, life-changing, transcendent, healing! I'd been on many mountain bike rides before that one. But I am convinced it was on that ride that day that I became a mountain biker. I remain a dedicated mountain biker to this day.
Ray died quite unexpectedly not too long ago, during our COVID year, but not, fortunately I suppose, of that awful virus. I heard he crashed on his bike, got badly banged up, and later succumbed to a serious septic infection that resulted from his injuries. I haven't spoken with his wife or daughter since I read his obituary in the newspaper, so I'm not absolutely certain this is the way he went out. But I think this story's probably pretty close to accurate. We live in a very small town.
The honorees for this year's Viola Awards were announced last week. The arts commission in our small town gives them out each year as "Flagstaff's Oscars" to artists and organizations in our local community who have been duly nominated by other grateful beneficiaries and admirers of their talent. Having lost Ray this year, I'll admit, I was a little disappointed to find that his name wasn't on any of the organization's lists of nominees. I think Cosmic Ray is well deserving of such posthumous recognition, for a lifetime spent using his unique artistry to inspire and inform thousands of people to seek solace and well-being astride a bike.
Raymond Brutti (1946-2020)
It is no small thing to say that the course of my life was, quite literally changed forever, when, shortly after moving to Flagstaff in the summer of 1991, on my first visit to our town's original mountain bike shop, Cosmic Cycles, I spent a few of my then very-limited funds ($5.95 plus tax to be exact) on an early edition of a little day-glo green self-published guidebook entitled Fat Tire Tales and Trails, written by some guy who called himself Cosmic Ray. During my first weeks in Flagstaff I had absolutely no idea (and no friends to show me) where to ride my bike. Cosmic Ray's little green book changed all that. I was hooked on page 4. "The world is a serious place,” Ray wrote. “[But] someone somewhere got the inspiration to put a few skinny tire bike parts on a fat tire clunker just to see. Why? Fun! That's why this little trail guide... so that we here in Flagstaff and the rest of Arizona can share our fun. This is a guide to that elusive trail disappearing into the woods. That trail leads to the very heart of imagination... of our childhood dreams of wander. Mind you, there are always secret rides... red hot pokers couldn't make me talk! Or there are trails not meant to be biked for the good of Mama Earth. But there are also rides so fine all over our great state that they just yell out to be shared. This is them!” The day after I purchased his book at Cosmic Cycles I followed one of his maps out into the woods. I got quite lost. I learned that day what all of his readers would come to know about Cosmic Ray (Raymond Brutti) over the course of the ensuing years and multiple editions of his book. That is, despite the fact that he was destined to become a kind of regional celebrity in mountain-bike circles, it would not be for his cartographical skills or his ability to provide detailed textual descriptions of critical waypoints. Ray's notoriety and the success of his book would expand and endure for decades because of the way his elevated level of stoke for riding bikes came through on every page, and because of the way his witty prose so naturally projected his unique patterns of speech and dialect, and because of the way his compelling sense of humor cut through the typically sterile and carefully succinct diction more common in other glossier guidebooks, and most especially because of his genuine love of mountain biking which he was so obviously eager to share with anyone (for a small fee, naturally) so that they, too, could find and enjoy a few of the places and adventures he loved. As an author, and an increasingly talented illustrator, Ray will always be known for writing guidebooks that changed people's lives for the better because they were more than a bit short on accuracy, and sometimes quite confusingly rendered, where north is more a state of mind than a cardinal direction, and distances are measured more by one's feelings than with a carefully calibrated odometer. These were intentional conditions to which Ray readily copped, upholding in each edition of his book the famous Tolkien adage, "Not all those who wander are lost." In the epilogue of a later edition of his guidebook Ray noted, "Sorry my semi-accurate treasure maps still look like the primative doggerel of a demented adolescent. I'm a bike mechanic by trade. Be thankful. They used to look like the scribble of some tweaked out rat on glue. My maps are rough like mountain biking, not an exact science. It's hard,dirty fun and it frequently hurts." For all that he did to change for the better the lives of thousands upon thousands of folks just like me, I think Cosmic Ray is well-deserving of posthumous recognition. An honorific such as the Viola Community Impact award would be a fitting tribute for Ray’s enduring legacy and the lifetime he spent using his unique artistry to inform and inspire so many people to seek and find solace and well-being in the great outdoors “here in Flagstaff and the rest of Arizona.”
Update 26 January 2024
4 comments :
Hey, Mr. C, just came on this through a long search-and-click trail. This is a great piece of writing. I'm Ray's wife, and I'm just getting around to being able to read stuff like this. Thanks.
By the way, your version of the way Ray went out was largely accurate.
Thanks, Marcia. Truly sorry for your loss. I'm glad you got to read what I wrote about Ray. He was a very good guy. Be well. Johncoe
Great piece, Rocky. He'll get my vote.
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