1 April 3-April 9 from Colorado Springs, CO to Moreno Valley, CA
April 3, 2000--The Journey Has Begun! Oh, The places she will go...
April 6, 2000--Oh the places she will go, Part 2
April 8, 2000--Bike For The Cure Day 1 - Santa Monica - Covina CA
April 9, 2000--Bike For the Cure Day 2 - Covina - Moreno Valley CA
the road again ... It's Monday morning, April 3, and the first leg
bus/train ride from Colorado Springs to Los Angeles has begun. After
of anticipation and preparation, it's really happening! I thank God
He's already brought me through!
Thanks to those who have sent messages to me, wishing me well, and
Godspeed, and assuring me of your prayers.
So far the trip has been relatively calm. In the Colorado Springs
station, I met Paulette, a very nice woman about my age. She's
to Spokane WA via Los Angeles. We visited pretty much non-stop for 3
Her husband Daniel died of a heart attack last year, at age 52. Her
and son-in-law live in Colorado Springs.
There was quite a bit of snow from Pueblo South to Trinidad, but
was sunny, albeit rather cold, with an icy wind. The Southwest Chief
little late, but not much. Now we're headed South, paralleling the
Memories of last year's ride return hauntingly. The countryside is
drab tan; not much sign of Spring here, except the calves.
I slept through going over Glorietta Pass, NM which is the highest
Spring was very much in evidence from Lamy to Albuquerque.
scheduled stop went by quickly, as Paulette and I peroused the
the Native American jewelery.
From Albuquerque to Gallup a Native American gentleman spoke about
history of the area, from Native Americans through Spanish
railroads, Route 66, mining, and uranium boom and bust.
Quite fascinating. I even took notes for future reference.
Paulette and I had a lovely dinner in the dining car. The food was
the train rocked back and forth quite a bit, once tossing my
plate onto the floor!
As evening fell, I curled up on two seats for an intermittant sleep
Holbrook (Charlotte, I saw the "sleep in a teepee" motel)
on to San
Barstow station was a welcome sight. The Amtrak was running early,
so we had to "lay over" for about 1/2 hour. I walked
around out on the loading area,
just taking in the cool desert air, and beginning to realize that
of preparation for Bike For The Cure have finally come to an end.
I slept through the descent of Cajon Pass, but woke up in San
Paulette was still sleeping, so I visited with an 82 year old spry
lady, Seda Fujishiro. She grew up out in SE Colorado, but escaped
because she was living in Hawaii when Pearl Harbor was bombed.
Union Station was a wonderful site. I claimed my boxed-up bike and
re-assembled my pedals and handlebars while my mother loaded up the
rest of my gear into her car. She then hurried back to her home. 5
miles away, so as
to not miss the UPS driver who would be delivering a large box
the BOB trailer Scott will pull, a bike rack, and some of my other
necessities. I rode my bicycle from Union Station to my mother's
along Sunset Blvd.
Jim Giles sent Scott's and my ride T-shirts to my mother's. They're
nice. Don't forget to order one. You won't be disappointed!
I am grateful to be in Los Angeles. My mother and I have lots of
planned for the next 3 days. I will save those details for the next
Love to each of you.
Yours resting, but anticipating the start of Bike For The Cure 2000,
hardly seems possible, but I've been in Southern California for two
now! Time to catch you up on my comings and goings!
Tuesday after getting situated at my mother's house, we had lunch
and then I
took a nap. After I awoke, my mother and I washed her car, to get it
to be the first "official" SAG vehicle on Bike For The
Cure 2000. This year,
each SAG vehicle can sport a set of 12" x 18" magnetic
door signs, which say
"BIKE FOR THE CURE" Huntington's Disease, with a Colorado
"CURE 4HD." Jim Pollard, does that qualify for the state
After dinner, we just relaxed, although I did begin sorting through
rearranging it for the ride.
Wednesday morning is always "Breakfast Club" for my
mother, so we arose
early to be there at 6:45 am. I was able to meet many of my mother's
friends, which was a pleasure. The talk was on the current status of
City Schools, particularly the turmoil that has been created with
enough facilities for the 10,000 students a year influx, into an
overcrowded 712,000 student population.
Afterwards, we went to the Automobile Club of Southern Calif. to get
maps for the trip, and to Target to buy a couple of items which I
to bring. I also bought a new phone for my mother. When we got back
mother's house, I started to program in the Speed Dial phone numbers
wanted, but something was wrong with the phone. We heard a loud
her front door, and to our surprise, there were two of LA's finest
(policemen) at the front door, thinking we had a major problem,
somehow the phone had dialed 9-1-1! Were we ever embarassed! Guess
called the helpline for the company that manufactured the phone, and
told that the phone was "defective." So ... we're
returning it on Thursday
when we go to Burbank to visit my very good friend Dede Duly.
We left to drive to Lake Elsinore CA, along the I-15, between San
and San Diego. We were to meet up with my sister Meg and niece Jenna.
took us 2 hours to get there, in traffic, but only 1 hr. 10 min. to
Dinner at Denny's was to celebrate my mother's upcoming birthday on
13, when she turns 80. It was a 3 generation get-together, a special
Thursday morning, bright and early, I got the bike rack set up on my
mother's Nissan, and we drove to Union Station to pick up Scott
who's riding with me. I found myself entering the elevator to go up
bike claim area, and who's on the elevator too? Scott! I looked at
asked, "Scott?" He said, "Marie?'" and we hugged
hello. Perfect timing,
After Scott got the handlebars reattached to his bike, we took the
back downstairs and then walked out the front door to meet up with
mother. We loaded Scott's bike onto the rack, and drove back up
to my mother's house. Scott felt pretty grungy after being on the
3 days w/o a shower! He "cleaned up real good," though;
what a delightful
young man! Pat, I can see why you, Paul, and Shannon love him!
After breakfast, a friend of Scott's drove down from Thousand Oaks
him up, so he could spend the afternoon, night, and most of tomorrow
My mother and I are going to return the phone, then go to Dede's to
and have dinner.
It's hard to believe, but just one more full day until the ride
I'll try to write one more message before the ride starts. Please
travel safety and physical stamina for us. We are anticipating the
of a great adventure. Thanks to each of you for your support and
encouragement. It means so much to me; words are inadequate to
With love and hope,
Soon to starting Bike For The Cure 2000
morning arrived, albeit a bit dark due to the start of Daylight|
Savings Time. It was finally time to start Bike For The Cure 2000.
mother, and I loaded some of our gear, and the bikes, and headed for
Monica straight across Santa Monica Blvd, through Hollywood, West
Hollywood, West LA, Beverly Hills, Century City, and finally to
Santa Monica. When we arrived at the pier, we were greeted first by
Jan Folick, from the Hunt-Dis list, a lovely lady married to Henry,
a pHD. Jan and Henry saw us off last year, too! Soon, much to my
surprise and pleasure, who should pull up in his hot metallic green
sportscar, pulling his hand cycle on a trailer? Jeremy
Newman, who Charlotte, Evelyn, and I met on the Katy Trail in
year in May, when he and others were riding across America for
Megan Younger's friend Katy showed up, and so did Ted Hatfield from
Kansas City support group, and my friend Marilyn's sister Bev Boeck
husband Jim, who drove up from Orange Co. Quite an improvement over
year's send-off! After the photo session was completed, Scott,
Jeremy, and I
rode up the pier ramp, and Bike For The Cure officially began!
doing a duathlon in Santa Barbara tomorrow, so he just went 3.5
miles one way
with us, before we bid him fond adieu. What a special young man! He
that he will be starting med school this fall, completely funded by
his sponsors! He wants to be a sports medicine Dr., despite his
Scott and I rode along Santa Monica Blvd, which is being torn up and
About two miles from my mother's house, my dear friend Dede Duly
spotted us! She drove from my mother's house to see how we were
doing! What a special friend! Our friendship goes back to when our
son Kevin was an infant! We had ridden 17 miles before lunch with
Dede and my mother.
Scott and I left again while Dede and my mother loaded up the rest
gear. We rode past Griffith Park, into Glendale, Eagle Rock,
and Pasadena. Colorado Blvd, Foothill, Duarte Road, and the Arrow
Hwy were out main path E.
At the edge of Monrovia, about 6 middle school aged girls flagged us
They were operating a lemonade stand. We gave each of them an
folded brochure, and they promised they would track us on the
We were very happy to reach the Covina Evangelical Free Church,
where Pastor Neal Montgomery welcomed Scott and me. My mother
somehow missed our rendezvous at the church, but finally found us
about 45 min. later. Pastor Montgomery and his wife Carol hosted us
overnight. They had a potluck at their home, with three wonderful
couples from the church.
We were pretty tired from the first day on the road, but it felt
good to have
the first 50 miles done.
I really appreciated Pastor Montgomery's prayer which ended the
evening. Such a warm, caring couple!
Because of the heat, we purposed to be on the road by 7:00 am.
I will do my best to keep the daily message up to date.
Love to each of you who are reading this. Feel free to forward it,
Yours Biking For The Cure,
the road again ... After a departing prayer with Pastor Montgomery,
mother, Scott and me, we headed out right on schedule, at 7:00 am.
the Arrow Hwy for awhile. We rode past the gym at the Univ of
(looked like a small part of DIA), past the Fairplex in Pomona (home
L.A. County Fair), and the Ontario Airport. At some juncture, Arrow
turned into Mission, and later Van Buren. The miles flew by; maybe
a slight tailwind. Good ride, great company (Scott). We arrived in
Arlington (near Riverside) in time to have lunch at De Anza Park,
shade trees, with music for a Walk For Life event, in the
turkey sandwich with avocado (thanks to Dede) never tasted so good!
We rode past the California School for the Deaf (thought of Dwight
Newbold). Up until then, the first 35 miles of the ride had been
easy, but when we were Eastbound on Arlington, and then turned the
onto Allesandro, the hated long hill appeared. Although Scott rode
easily, I had to walk for a lot of it. Finally the road crested, and
terrific downhill into Moreno Valley followed. A quick phone call to
Giles yielded directions to his house, which at that point was about
I dropped off my first roll of film at Ride Aid 1 hr. developing.
bought some sundries. We didn't have far to go to get to the home of
Nita Giles. Jim, his daughter Jenn (our webmaster, Brian (Jenn's
and Becca, their 7 year old daughter, were in the front yard to
Once inside the house, we greeted Nita (pHD). She remembered my
mother and me from last year.
Becca gave us a tour of her grandpa's back yard (many flower beds of
and immediately she bonded with Scott. Jim barbequed dinner for us
(I had a
hamburger); really hit the spot!
Tonight we may watch a video movie, and turn in about 9-9:30 pm.
Almost 100 miles into the ride now. Gaining confidence, but taking
for granted. Each day is a gift from God; that's why it's called the
Yours Biking For The Cure,