That’s BP at the finish of True Grit with beers for the Cutthroat riders. Six hours doesn’t seem so long once you have a recovery drink in hand.
This is my bike.
There are many like it but this one is mine. My bike is my best friend. I must master it as I must master my life. My bike, without me, is useless. Without my bike, I am useless. I must ride my bike true. I WILL..
My bike and myself know that what counts in this life is not the miles we ride, the order of our finish, nor the prizes we win. We know that it is the ride that counts. WE WILL RIDE…
My bike is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its drivetrain and its brakes. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage as I will ever guard my legs, my arms, my eyes and my heart against damage. I will keep my bike clean and ready. We will become part of each other. WE WILL…
Adapted from "My Rifle: The Creed of a United States Marine."
Gram’d
[instagram-feed]
Leave a Reply