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Sometimes you gotta look back to make sure you don’t run into something

A long, long time ago in a not so distant place, there was a newsletter.

It happened close to monthly and was sent out to just over 100 people who, for one reason or another, had been put in line with the Mooseknuckler Cycling Alliance. I often times got responses to those newsletters that were inspiring. It was one of the first times that I knew someone out there was reading something I wrote and gave a damn. I knew they gave a damn because they corresponded with me tell me such, often times using expletives and telling me to fuck off (not really, they were usually a thanks or a comment on how the little note had made their day).

Those times are long since past. If I remember right the last email went out sometime in 2006, but I could be wrong. The list of people who received said communique has long since been lost to the cyber logs and the email that was used to send out said newsletter has long since gone the way of, “you haven’t checked this email in two fucking decades, it’s now dead.”

The whole purpose of said newsletter was to foment the growth of a cycling community in SG. As can be read here. (I was hoping to find the article I wrote for Cycling Utah detailing our lofty goals, but there archive only goes back to now. However, I noticed that the Alliance is still listed under their advocacy group index.)

Well, fast forward. The newsletter is dead, the Alliance lives on in spirit, and the cycling community is established and aint goin anywhere. Most of them have never heard of the Alliance and that is fine by me. But most of them will benefit in one way or another by something that was published in that little newsletter so many years ago.

The reason I’m writing about any of this is that I was thinking about life, and oft times wrote about such things in the newsletter. I was remembering one particular blurp I wrote that is now lost that detailed me not caring about money, or work and just riding my bike into the sunset. It was about remembering what life was really about. Because when you’re 24 you really have it nailed.

And that’s my two bits for today.

Peace. Love. and Revolution.

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