I ride for Dad

Because when I was 16, a brain tumor took Dad from me.

Because he taught me to sail.

Because he ran behind me around the cul-de-sac as I pedaled and wobbled on that little red bike.

Because he rode his bike to the train in his three-piece suits.

Because he too loved James Bond and Aston Martins.

Because he let me shift gears when he drove.

Because he loved big band jazz and played it every Sunday while he made us waffles.

Because he played piano by ear.

Because he tolerated my brutal attempts at trumpet playing.

Because he would cut my hair in the garage.

Because he taught me to put the toast in before you start scrambling the eggs, so everything is done at the same time.

Because he would carry me when I couldn’t walk.

Because when I let my guard down, late at night, in the starlight, I can still hear his voice.

Because I have his left-handedness, but I’ll never have him back.

Because I’ve gotten over it, but I’ll never stop missing him.

Because it’s not just dads, it’s moms and it’s kids.

Because I believe and because I have hope, I recently accepted the challenge of participating in the Ride for Research 2009.

The Ride for Research supports the National Brain Tumor Society’s vision of a world without brain tumors and raises funds for research, education and support.

My goal is to raise $1,500, and any amount, great or small, helps in the fight. I greatly appreciate your support and will keep you posted on my progress–in fact, by May 31, you’ll probably never want to hear about my bike or my sore ass bones again.

So, to offset the guilt you’ll feel when you skip over another post about my ass bones, donate now.

For more information on the ride, or to give, please go to my ride page.

[Update: Due to everyone’s overwhelming generosity, I quickly surpassed my initial goal, and so have raised my goal.]

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  • Ride for Dad, but save a thought for Mom up by Concord as you ride toward Sudbury. Sudbury’s south and west of the route, but she spent time there poring over records of Holdens, notably Capt. Levi Holden, who was Mom’s Aunt Mary’s ticket into the D.A.R. (See this link for more.) She would be excited to see you pushing pedals so close by.

  • I’m sure that I’ll have a thought or two of Mom as well. Now they will be more specific as I ride toward Sudbury. Thanks for your contribution, brother.

  • Thank you so much – both for doing the Ride for Research and for writing about your experience (and your dad) so movingly. I hope we’ll be able to track each other down on May 31st so that I can say thanks in person, too.

  • Fine stirring memories. I will make it to the donation page shortly, but not this week. We can exchange notes on sore bits, but yours are much younger, therefore less prone to pain. I rode 16 miles for a start today.

  • Oh, that Concord Mass touched my #s heart as well, brought there by his grandmother. He still talks about all he saw there and wants to return some day.