“Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too truly to be fearful of the night.
What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight;
You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night.” --Sarah Williams
"FAMILIES THAT RIDE TOGETHER
STAY TOGETHER"
Hang On Tight |
Riding creates great relationships... A BROMANCE! |
"BEST SOCKS"
"LOTOJA 2023"
"GROUP RIDES"
"CARMEL, CALIFORNIA"
"WE RIDE & RUN IN ALL SEASONS"
"STAY HEALTHY AND STRONG"
If your heart starts to beat a little fast, STOP and take a rest |
While waiting for the slower riders, do a little workout |
If you faint and break your helmet, design something you can wear 24/7 |
Fueling with BACON is KEY! |
If you get tired while running 100 miles, pull over and take a power nap |
J.T. (JOHN EDWARD TWITCHELL)
1955-2023
WE LOVE YOU BROTHER!
The all-time low of any year was the loss of JT. He is our rock-solid champion. He always showed up when he said he would. He relentlessly pushed the group to keep up with him. Ever “the good shepherd” he looked out for the wellbeing of the PRC flock, fixing flats, sharing Smarties and Hot Tamales with famished riders, fixing bike mechanical problems, looping back to tend to the lost sheep struggling at the end of a pace line, regaling us with stories of sailing adventures to keep our minds off of suffering. JT showed uncommon devotion to the love of his life, Merrianne. As a couple, where there was one, the other was close behind. It was an awesome sight to see those two together. As a team they created beautiful objects of art, rode bicycles countless miles, skied mountain slopes and sailed vast bodies of water. We all tip our hats to him and Merianne and pray that the anguish she now feels will soon be softened by the choice memories she had exploring the world with the love of her life. Merrianne, we love you and Paige. You will always be in our hearts and minds and are eternal members of the PRCs. We look forward to meeting you at Gate B with him someday. Because of his love of sailing, it is fitting to share this poem written by Henry Van Dyke:
Gone from my Sight
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship, at my side,
spreads her white sails to the moving breeze and starts
for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until, at length, she hangs like a speck
of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then, someone at my side says, "There, she is gone."
Gone where?
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast,
hull and spar as she was when she left my side.
And, she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me -- not in her.
And, just at the moment when someone says, "There, she is gone,"
there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices
ready to take up the glad shout, "Here she comes!"
And that is dying...”
An expert flat fixer |
Always game for a little chilly morning ride |
Did you know that "orange" is the happiest color? |
Who's the crazy that wanted to ride to Tabiona? 1st and only time J.T. bonked |
No wonder he always had so much energy |
"Woody, where are you taking us?" |
Homemade armies for the Halloween season |
Someone told me if you put bubble wrap inside your jacket it will keep you warm... :-) |
J.T.'s ❤❤❤ - Merrianne, Biking, and Sailing |
J.T., you will be sorely missed. Wait for us at the B Gate! |
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