Beautiful Gate is at it again!

http://thecrossroadschild.blogspot.com/2012/02/beautiful-gate-riders-are-on-road-again.html?spref=fb

Click on the link to donate to the children of Crossroads, near Cape Town, South Africa!

Good luck riders!

+BRAD

West Coast Adventure Fundraiser!

I haven't posted in a very long time, but I think something great will happen next summer which warrants a post.

Jacques and Brittany, my partners in crime for our last cross country ride, are sprinkling seeds of adventure about a potential West Coast bike ride for Beautiful Gate next summer. This would likely take the shape of a two week trip from San Diego to Seattle. Again, we'd like to raise support and awareness for Beautiful Gate.

At two weeks and 1200 miles, this is a very manageable ride. I'd like to invite YOU to join! We'll keep you posted with the details as they are arranged. I envision two dozen spandex adorning riders taking to the beautiful west coast highways and byways next summer.

Do something crazy! You write your own life story!

Brad
bradwilkin at gmail dot com

The Crossroads Child: Riding the Cycle Tour for Beautiful Gate kids!

The Crossroads Child: Riding the Cycle Tour for Beautiful Gate kids!: "Cycle training has begun for the Beautiful Gate Riders! Once again we shall be riding the Pick n Pay Cape Argus Cycle Tour (http:..."

Calling All Crazies

Have you been thinking about doing a cross country ride? Would you like be an advocate for Beautiful Gate? Let me know if you would like to be the next rider for I Ride You Give They Live!

Believe me, riding for a cause makes the journey that much more enjoyable and meaningful.

bradwilkin at gmail dot com.

Not for Us...

I thought I would write a short note before heading back to Denver.

First, I hope that as a reader of this blog and possible donor to Beautiful Gate Orphanage and Community Builder, you realize you are supporting a worthy cause. I will make shameless plugs all day for Beautiful Gate because I have seen first hand how they are able to positively impact the lives of children affected and infected by HIV and AIDs as well as build local community leaders. Although Jacques and I had an experience of a lifetime, I hope we portray our love and passion for the Beautiful Gate children, the Beautiful Gate community, and South Africa in general. We were honored to be advocates during these last five and half weeks, and will continue to be lifelong supporters.

If you have yet to donate, please consider doing so at irideyougivetheylive.org

Second, through this trip I have gone deeper in debt-I am now indebted to the manifold people who housed, helped, fed, encouraged, and prayed for us. Jacques and I are very aware that we did not do this trip alone. If you have lost faith in humanity, do a cross country bicyle trip. Friends and strangers alike were more generous than I can even start to comprehend. Words can not begin to explain how thankful I am for all those gifts of charity, small or large, that helped us accomplish our goal of raising awareness and support for Beautiful Gate. For now, I can only say with sincerity "THANK YOU!"



Finally, this may sound foolish and a little idealistic, but Live Life before you Die. Go out and do something crazy. Better yet, go out and do something crazy for someone else. We all have gifts and talents, and we ought not waste them always for our own selfish ambitions. I hope Jacques and my actions spoke louder than our words. If our actions were translated into words, I hope the translation would go something like this: "Two clowns decide to travel cross country on bicycle to raise awareness and support for some amazing South African children and surrounding community. If two clowns can make a small impact on this world, SO CAN YOU!"

Signing off, Brad.

Hit Somebody!

Summary of Today: Crazy day! Radio interview. Head wind. Rain. Jacques got hit by a car. Jacques triumphs over car. Free dinner at crab shack. Done!

We had enough adventure today to fill another Indiana Jones film.

After some breakfast with Sherry and Jeff, we headed over to the local talk radio program for a quick interview. The studio was buzzing because it was election day as well. Had we planned things better, we would have ran for office concurrently with this trip, and therefore maybe have drawn more publicity. Nicole interviewed us, and we hope we were good advocates for Beautiful Gate.

We hit the road knowing it was our last day. Although we were only 80 miles from the beach, the ride seemed to last an eternity for many reasons. A headwind was present throughout the day, the shoulder was a little on the narrow side, and it was raining. This may have otherwise put is in a poor mood, but the excitement of finishing kept us going.

Soon after we entered Jacksonville and passed the St. Johns River, something unbelievable happened. It happened in slow motion. Slow motion with me. Jacques was riding in front of me as usual. Even though it was still raining, we felt safe because we could now make use of the bike lanes that are found commonly throughout Jacksonville. Just as Jacques was crossing an intersection, I saw a small volkswagon cut in front of him. I thought, "this could get interesting." Then I saw Jacques' rear tire skid out a little, and then boom.

Jacques, meet car. Car, meet Jacques. "Nice to meet you Jacques," say car. "You're about to end my trip across the country on a bicycle 15 miles short of my final destination, you stupid car!" says Jacques.

Anyways, Jacques got the driver's info, checked over his small bruises and scrapes, and we "hit" the road again.

(an aside: While at a Boerne, Texas middle school football game, a very calm-looking parent started shouting "Hit somebody!" to his boy's team. Jacques and I have frequently shouted that at each other as we attempted to embrace Texas culture and the memories of a couple weeks ago. However, apparently this driver was on that same middle school team and decided to transfer that order from field to road. All to the dismay of poor Jacques.)

Moving on, we rode deeper into the rain, our first good downpour of the trip. The wind didn't let up, but we still had the excitement of finishing to push us through.

At around 4pm, we made it to Jacksonville Beach! George, Bobbie, their three grandchildren, and friend Bethany were all there to welcome and congratulate us. George and Bobbie are our surrogate parents in Jacksonville whom we found on warmshowers.com. Also, their son is crazier/cooler than us and is also currently doing a cross country ride for AIDs awareness (check his blog out: sea2mia.com).


Joe's Crab Shack comped Jacques' and my meal. We headed back to George and Bobbie's for a warm shower and cozy place to sleep.

The end.

Second to Last Day...yes way!

Monday, November 1: Tallahassee to Lake City- about 105 miles

We got an early start knowing that it would be at least a 100 mile ride.

Here’s the summary of a conversation I had with a very kind, sweet, and voluptuous Burger King employee this morning at 6am as I ordered breakfast:

Big Beautiful Burger Queen: “Welcome to Burger King.”
Jacques: “Hey, howzit mate? We’d like some breakfast. We have a long day of riding ahead.”
BBBQ: “Oh really? Where are you riding?”
Jacques”Jacksonville. We’re doing a fundraising bicycle ride for a South African Orphanage. I can’t wait to see my wife.”
BBBQ:”Oh really? You both married?”
Jacques points at me. “He’s not.”
BBBQ looks me up and down like a large hash brown drenched in ketchup. “I want somebody to take me to Africa.”
Me. “Anything you want baby doll.”

(based on a true story)

About 20 miles into the ride, I realized my stomach wasn’t cooperating with me. I had set a goal to stop in Monticello and take a break. Finally, after hearing my stomach growl for 10 miles, I pulled into Monticello. I’m proud to say that I had my first fall of the trip. I didn’t clip out of my pedals quite soon enough, and splat on the ground I went. I was a little embarrassed because four older men saw everything.

On another note, I think I saw a glimpse of what hell could be like. It goes something like this: You have to go to the bathroom very badly. Seriously badly. Badly badly. You have to hold it for some reason, say because you’re traveling on a two wheeled vehicle. And when you get to a stopping point, where you could solve the problem, you get stuck talking to four very kind old men. You don’t have the heart to interrupt them from repeating themselves because let’s face it, they’re pretty darn cool. But you have this lingering thought, is this going to be the day that I poop my pants in front of four grown men?

(based on a true story)


If this is your first time to this blog, I assure you my other posts stray away topics such as the one above.

Going back, I should say that in Monticello we also made this sweet old man who showed us photos of his triathlete daughter. He also bought us us some coffee. He’s lived in Monticello for over 80 years. That’s commitment.

Alas, we made it to Lake City. Our hosts Jeff and Sherry cooked us some amazing chili! Tomorrow, we’re going to Jeff’s work at a radio station to promote irideyougivethey.org. We’re trying to give voters a break from the day’s festivities.

Tomorrow: our final destination, Jacksonville Beach!

thanks for your support!!!