Delta to Salt Lake City – Huntsman 140 – Jeff Warren

I can’t believe this year’s Ride From Reno is over. Seriously. I truly can’t believe and, don’t want it to be, over.

We endured pain, suffering, joy, happiness, loneliness, camaraderie, misery, elation, sadness, spiritual awakening, and virtually every other emotion known to mankind. When coupled with wind, heat, sweat, and pure and simple hard, hard work, it’s difficult to understand how anxious we are to do it all again. Rob Berman (2-times); Jason Bleak (7-times); Keith Facer (2-times); Rich Linton (4-times); Joe Plater (8-times); Dan Sellers (5-times); Todd Smith (1-time); Darcie Strong (5-times); and me (15-times) rolled across the finish-line Saturday at Huntsman Cancer Institute with tears streaming down our faces while huge smiles crossed our lips. We had accomplished what so many others don’t and, cannot, understand. Unless you’re part of this little adventure known as the Ride From Reno, those who do this ride cannot adequately explain it. It’s impossible. I wish everyone had the chance to ride the 667-miles from Reno or, support someone who does. To be the last rider headed-up a long climb and have someone who, at that moment may be a little stronger, come back and ride the climb with you is, well, both humbling and exhilarating. You feel a bit like you’re holding others back, sort of like a boat anchor! But, there wasn’t an ego in our group; not with those who rode from Reno nor with those who supported those who rode. Everyone wanted everyone else to be successful. Isn’t that the way life is really supposed to be? It’s a rhetorical question because the answer is obvious; yes, that’s the way we all want to be treated and the way we’re all supposed to act.

I spent a week with the finest, most generous and gracious people on the planet. People who put their practices, careers, businesses, and families on hold while they dedicated themselves to something far larger: riding their bikes to raise money to find better-tolerated and less-toxic treatments for cancer and, ultimately, cures for the more than 200 types of this disease. In the process, the Ride From Reno Team raised approximately $55,000 out of the $459,000 total raised.

When I think about each of the folks who joined this year’s ride, along with their support, the word ‘integrity’ quickly comes to mind. It’s the word that describes each person who supported those who rode from Reno and best describes those who rode their bikes.

Day 1 was fast and hot; many of us were cramping and, those last few miles (I got 142.5-miles on Day 1) were brutal. Day 2, with the vicious climbs up Austin Summit, Bob Scott Pass, and Hickison Pass were tough. Day 3 started OK, but by the time we hit Robinson Pass the wind had kicked-in and the ride in to Ely was awful; we had to shuttle our bikes 15-miles across the most treacherous and wind-ravaged portion of the terrain before climbing Connor’s Pass at 7,722′. Day 4 started with a climb up to Sacramento Pass where we tenderly wrote on Highway 50 the names of those who have had cancer (whether they won their battle or not) and those who have it now. I wish I had the power to convey the feelings each of us felt that morning but, I don’t. You have to be there, personally, and experience this particular morning to understand it in any way. Many, many tears were shed on Sacramento Pass. The final 2-hours of our Day 4 ride were at 27 to 30 mph, chasing Jason in to Delta, UT. I’ve never seen anyone ride with more power and determination than Jason did the afternoon of Day 4.

Finally, there was Day 5, also known as the Huntsman 140. Mike MacDonald and Scott Westfall, both Ride From Reno veterans, joined us in Delta along with several hundred others. As a Father’s Day surprise, my son, Seth, joined us! In total, there were nearly 1,000 cyclist who rode the final day. It was amazing to see strong riders take-off, hammering their way to Salt Lake City, and before many miles passed our Ride From Reno Team would gobble them up. It happened time and time again; the power of a cohesive team cannot be overstated. Simply stated, we wanted one another to be successful and that’s how we rode; for one another. As we approached Salt Lake City, there were many times the entire paceline would slow down to enable a rider to ‘catch back on’ . . . we’d ridden the entire distance together and we were going to finish together.

As a survivor of Stage IV cancer, this ride is personal to me and, as long as my health holds-out, I’ll continue the Ride From Reno. When the time comes that I cannot do this ride, I’ve asked Jason Bleak to do the ride at least one more time; something to which he’s graciously agreed. Even then, this ride will still be personal to me. Clinically, healthcare professionals refer to the treatment regimen as surgery, radiation, and chemotherapy. To me, at the consumer level, I refer to it as slash, burn, and poison. It’s personal, and should be to every one of us. It’s time we drive a stake through the dark, cold, unfeeling heart of cancer.

Something our entire Ride From Reno Team is committed to do.

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2016 In the Books – Denise

It would be so easy to say – FINISHED, OVER DONE…..but my thoughts are far from over or done!  There is no way to spend the week with the amazing group of people that we have and believe that they have not touched our hearts or changed our lives.  When you witness the acts of kindness of a rider pulling in front of another to shelter them from with wind for just a minute while they catch their breath, or place a hand on their back to help support and push them forward….you cannot help but be changed.

While everyone has done a great job of writing about the experience – we cannot do it justice….I will just say it with one word….FAMILY.

For one week a year Darcie and I are excited to spend our vacation with our biking family – while we are like any other family (I’ll claim the title of the “Crazy Aunt”) we don’t always get along….or someone may not like something you’ve done….there is always love.

This cause and this ride bring out the best in people….you support – you cheer – you encourage every member as if they were the one you were going home with in the end, because they are yours.  When my “little brother” Brian showed up at the finish line – that’s family – he wasn’t able to participate this year, but he followed us and cheered just as hard as the rest of us because the rest of his “family” was coming home.

At the finish line was part of our other “family”.  Kai, Dixie, Alisa and Jack came to meet Darcie (Kai is next to Darcie).  Darcie and I were Team Kai all week as she begins the next stage of her battle with cancer.  Fight on Kai – we are on your TEAM!


Thank you Jeff for inviting us again this year and Thank you Darcie for wanting me to be your support!  Thank you to all the other support drivers – what we do matters!

Ride From Reno day four, Thursday, June 16, 2016.

Ride From Reno day four, Thursday, June 16, 2016.

So here’s my sign off for 2016 – God willing we’ll be back next year – ready to go on a family vacation once again!


Love you all


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Even though I was not able to do the H-140 or the final day into Delta I would still like to make an entry here as I feel a strong connection to this cause. I left early to do the Rockwell Relay Race which started in Moab and ended in St. George 518 miles away. The race features 4 man teams and 12 stages. I was fortunate to do stages 1, 5 and 9 with my son, Tony. Since it was a race the pace was fast and the competition was tough. Stage 1 started at 9 A.M. in Moab and was the most difficult, most climbing, hot, windy and problems with support lead to dehydration and associated problems. Stage 5 stated after sunset and associated cooler temps and light winds but need to watch for animals being attracted to bike head lights. I had pretty much recovered from dehydration but Tony was still a bit sensitive. Stage 9 started at 7:45 A.M in Panguitch and went uphill. It was cool and I wore both arm and leg warmers. We were soon into head winds but we were both feeling good and had a really good time (4th fastest posted on Strava to that point this year.) Our routine went like this: ride the stage, shower and rest in the RV, drive a support car for a stage, drive the RV to the next stage start, get ready and do it all again. I went 40+ hours without any sleep.  I was with a great group of 7 other guys. We worked great together, suffered greatly together, were there to support each others ups and downs and became fast friends.

Physically I was  not with the Ride from Reno, H-140 group but was emotionally. I wore a different H-140 jersey on each leg and, yes, the bear was my companion. I had lots of questions about the jersey I wore and especially about Toad, the bear. There were many people that knew me and I heard lots of “go Larry” along the way but not nearly as many as “GO BEAR!” I took the message “life is not over when you get cancer” to everyone I met. I, like everyone want to see the day when that message is meaningful to more people as research leads to better options and higher recovery rates. That can only happen by supporting events like this.

2016 Rockwell Relay Larry and Tony

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The Wrap

The Huntsman 140 is an exciting day. Means many things, the Reno ride is wrapping up, the passion for finding a cure for cancer is stronger and broader, and that the days that follow will have a much different feel. Got up at 2:30 to make the trek back to Delta for the 6AM start. The full moon was setting in the west at we got there and shortly into the ride the sun rose in the east. Powerful reminders of the blessings we have and the fact that time rolls on, with or without us. It was invigorating and comforting to see all those who joined us in Delta. Another day of fabulous weather with the most favorable winds of the week. A great ride staying together as a group will each member doing awesome. Couldn’t have been better. Rolling across the finish line as a group with each of our families there to greet us was such a wonderful way to realize all the gifts we have been given.
Time to share with you that when it comes to the cancer cause, I have always felt like an outsider. In my family I am aware of so little cancer that I almost feel guilty. I have lost a best friend to a brain tumor but the great killer in my genetic tree is coronary disease. Our family and my business have always been supporters of Huntsman Cancer Center because we believe in them and know that they are good stewards of all that is given to them.
But some things happened along the day that put it all together.
I way riding along with Dan near the end of the ride and he asked me if I had any certain thing I liked to do or eat after the ride was over. Only my second year of doing the whole Reno thing though I had ridden the 140 every year since its inception. Shared a few things that I had done but there really isn’t anything that struck a cord. He shared that Mirian and he would always go to Nielsen’s for a frozen custard.
After the ride I told my family that I was going to ride the bike on home. As I headed to City Creek Canyon I rode above the cemetery where both of my parents are buried. I was suddenly stuck with a rush of emotions and thoughts. I had already outlived them and both set of grandparents. All the victims of either heart attacks or strokes. It finally hit me why I ride with this awesome group of men and women.
Coronary disease kills 1 in every 4 Americans but there are so many things you can currently do to reduce risk and live longer. The effects of treating it are much more palatable than treating cancer. Probably wasn’t the case when my parents and grandparents died. This is what needs to happen with cancer. We won’t eliminate it but we need to find ways to tolerate it, push it back and take control of our destiny. Anything less is inexcusable. I am alive today because of advances in treating something deadly and we will get it done with cancer.
So now I have a connection and a tradition. Every year that I am able to participate I will ride home past my parents graves and remember why it matters to me. Heck, maybe the next couple of years I will also swing past Nielsen’s to host a “concrete” for my good friend Dan who will be in Hong Kong.

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Round 5 & 6- A New Champion Is Crowned!

Champion Navy Bishop

Champion Navy Bishop


Go "Team Navy".  We love You!!!

Go “Team Navy”. We love You!!!

Round 5-  Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring!  Arrived in Delta, Utah Thursday evening.  Friday, a day of rest for the RFR riders and support teams. Much needed and very timely.  All, including support teams, were feeling fatigued from the weeks events and weather.  I managed to break my cable-stop to the rear derailer on my bike during the final climb into Delta.  Devin, bless his heart, got up early Friday morning and drove the bike back to Bountiful for repair, showered at home(must have been nice), picked up Tyson our oldest son and returned to Delta so I could finish the ride on my bike….the “V-Train”  or “VAS Machine”, which are my Grandfathers initials..Vernon Andrew Smith. Also on the bike are the initials JMW…JaKelle Michelle Westergard.  Both are missed but are with me every ride I make.

Ate good food, tried to drink an entire resevoir of water to stay hydrated, relaxed outside in the shade listening to music and reading.  Much later that night, our Daughter MaKenzee and her husband Tyler arrived from Idaho, completeing our own version of “Team Navy”.  I cant tell you how extremely grateful and happy I was that we were all together.  Now in my mind we were ready for the last 140 mile push to Salt Lake City.  So fun to cram 5 people, 3 bikes, luggage and trip supplies into a tiny hotel room.  Ah the memories.

Round 6- Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, Ring, goes the final bell!  Exciting and heartbreaking all at the same time. Our earliest start of the week at 6 AM, the final day of riding is officially the Huntsman 140 and hundreds of other riders with a common goal joined us in Delta for the ride into SLC.  Mixed emotions if I can be honest.  We have spent the entire week together as RFR Riders and Support.  Bonds, relationships, friendships, that for my family will never be forgoten.  Special shoutout to each Rider:  Jeff Warren, Darcie Strong, Jason Bleak, Dan Sellers, Joe Plater, Keith Facer, Larry Peterson, Ravell Call, Rich Linton, and Rob Berman.  To each of you and your incredible families of support, I and my family will be forever grateful for your kindness and making us feel so welcome as we were new to the whole experience.  You are forever in our hearts!

The ride was fantastic!  Weather was nearly perfect with warmer temperatures in the afternoon but we could not complain.  A very favorable wind helping us push towards lunch at the High School, the 100 mile point, and only 40 miles left to complete the 667 mile journey of a lifetime.  Again as a team we pushed, pulled, struggled to keep pace with the new influx of fresh legged riders, many of whom wanted in on the RFR madness and joined in our little tight-nit pace line.  They even helped pull at times. Right to the end, we were a TEAM, never intentionally leaving anyone behind to suffer alone.  We would regroup often and make sure everyone was doing well.  I cannot express the emotion tied to such heroic efforts to bring each other home safely.  In life it is the same.  We cannot truly believe we can make it on our own.  Help is always needed and I believe available from so many if we allow them in.  It was so evidenced in our  fianl ride on Saturday. Some 140 riders would break hard and fast, passing our group and pulling out a head.  Now, I know their excitement and I think it’s awesome, but the wisdom learned this past week would make me snicker quitely to myself and sure enough, many miles down the road, our little RFR freight train would catch and pass these individuals who were working alone.  News Flash… doesn’t work!!!!  We need each other!

After arriving at West Lake High School in Saratoga, we had a quick bite to eat, hugged and met friends and family, other riders we knew, all lending support to this wonderful cause.  So many in a colletive effort willing to raise funds to crush the beast that is cancer. We let Jeff finish his endless amounts of PR because he is so loveable and it’s well deserved (after all, he is the reason this whole ride began), then we regrouped, along with an additional member to our team.  Devin once again joined his old man with the goal of keeping me focused and on task.  Crazy kid, he actually finished the week riding a total of 107 miles of the 667 himself.  Thanks Spooner…an honor to ride with my son and thanks again to the RFR team who welcomed him so kindly.

We pressed hard for the Hunstman Cancer Institute and this time, mentally and physically knowing you only have 40 miles to go and your legs and fanny can then take a break, it’s like unleashing the horses and letting them run to the barn.  Again, never leaving anyone behind,  we arrived at the finish line in great fashion as a tight-nit group.  Emotion simply consumed my body as we approached the finish line.  I could not hold back the tears as they announced our arrival over the PA system and so many cheering us in.  All I could think of was those I miss and those who are still fighting.  Yes we rode 667 miles, but it’s not a badge of honor and it’s certainly not simply a bucket list event.  It’s not about us at all.  Simply humbling to know we are a part of something so honorable and worthy of great effort, because so many don’t get to choose what happens or even what their next day will bring.  My heart ached and my soul shook as we finally rolled to a stop beyond the finish line and into the loving arms of my own “Team Navy”.  I’m forever grateful for Karin and Devin and their week long struggle to keep our team going.  I’m so grateful Tyson, MaKenzee and Tyler were able to join on the final day and provide unbelievable support and words of encouragement.  So great to see my Mom and sister at the finish line as well.  Family, family. family…can’t do it without them.

Final Notes:  A Champion Is Crowned!

To Navy, Team Navy and all the Minnions…..Thank you for allowing us to be adopted in to your team and support.  What an honor it has been and will continue to be.  You didn’t need to, but you graciously let us join your battle and we are forever grateful.  Again, it cannot be done alone and “Team Navy” is strong beyond belief.

Brandon(Bling-Bling), Chelsea and Riley:  All our love.  Thank you for your words of encouragement along the way.  We are here to help in anyway we can and will continue to offer prayers of faith, hope and sustaining strength for the fight.  I know Brandon, in your own words “we don’t know what the future holds but we will not stop fighting”….please know that neither will we.

Navy- You are the Newly Crowned Champion!!!  Your fight against Neuroblastoma is inspiring.  You are the reason we found success on our journey from Reno.  Over and over again in our hearts and mind, your beautifil princess face would shine so brightly.  Every climb, every sand filled wind gust, every leg cramp or temperature shiver, and we would simply smile and say this is nothing compared to the heart and fighting spirit of my new Champion Navy.  Keep pushing, keep smiling, keep making pancakes, keep laughing and playing as you should and please, please, please remember you are never alone!

Borrowing tender words to close this incredible experience and to help you know Navy that you are never alone.  Even the many memebers of the RFR Team and Support are in your corner forever: WE LOVE YOU!

It’s like a storm that cuts a path, it breaks your will, it feels like that.  You think your lost, but your not lost, on your own…your not alone

We will stand stand by you, we will help you through, when you’ve done all you can do and you cant cope.  We will dry your eyes, we will fight your fight, we will hold you tight and we wont let go!


Todd Smith





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Ely to Delta (Day 4) – Jeff Warren

I am so very grateful to be alive! As we got on our bikes this morning for the ride up Sacramento Pass, the first emotion I felt was that of gratitude. I am with the very best group people on earth. People who, by any definition, put their lives on hold this week to be active participants in something far larger than any of us. At a time when it is much more fashionable to lounge around sipping cappuccino, each of these Reno Riders, and their individual support team members, have left their businesses, practices, careers, and in some cases, even families behind. Those who have been riding may tell you they haven’t trained as much as they might have liked to have trained; in fact, to a person they have ridden many, many miles getting ready for this week. After all, you don’t just wake-up one morning and decide you’re going to ride 667-miles. It takes intense preparation and mental toughness.

So, as we rode-up Sacramento Pass, I wasn’t surprised when Ravell instructed me to ride to the front of the group and lead our group to the pass. I’m far, far, from the fastest or strongest cyclist on this little adventure but, as successful as each member of this group is, there isn’t an ego anywhere in sight. Not even a glimmer of an ego. Everyone wants everyone else to succeed . . . exactly the way life should be for each of us!

Sacramento Pass has become sacred and holy to those of us who do this ride each year. It’s the place where we remember those who have fought this dreaded disease, cancer, whether or not they’re still with us. Those who have cancer or those who have had it in their past, are remembered by our writing their names with chalk on the asphalt surface of the road. It’s a place where emotions are not just simmering below the surface but where they are the surface. Tears are shed for those we love and care about. Tears are even shed for those we don’t know who names we see written by others in our group. Each name has it’s own story, it’s own pain and suffering, it’s own joy and happiness. Though we remember those who have or have had cancer, each name comes with it’s own unique story and we are blessed to be able to remember and articulate those stories. So many names. I’m just one little insignificant person and yet, I carry a list of names with me more than 330 names long. While I can’t write each of the 330 names on Sacramento Pass we can, for an instant, remember each name and the light they brought their families, friends, and the world in general.

I am not embarrassed to say I have sobbed on Sacramento Pass. And, I have heard others sob.

After our Sacramento Pass experience it’s a quick 1/2 hour to the Nevada/Utah border and then on through Snake Valley. It seems to take forever to get across the valley and up Small Chain-Ring Pass. As we were headed-up the road I had an experience I’ll never forget. Before we left Centerville, I received a Priesthood Blessing because of recent knee-surgery and a torn leg muscle; I just felt I needed the Lord’s help in the extremely strenuous physical effort I was undertaking. In that blessing I was promised that all would be well and I’d be able to ride as I desired. As I was headed-up toward Small Chain-Ring Pass, I was just washed-over with gratitude and the thought came into my mind that, “I promised I would bless you.” I pulled-out from the group and had an incredible strength fill me. I was at 27-mph, headed up hill. And, for those of you who don’t know me, I don’t have that ability . . . I simply can’t do it. But do it I did and I was so very, very grateful.

Fast forward to a few hours later and Jason Bleak began feeling his oats. Whatever he was feeling to that point fell away and he was totally and completely focused upon leading us into Delta. We chased Jason for 2-hours at 27 to 30-mph and got no closer than 200 yards from him. Two freakin’ hours! It was one of the most amazing and incredible displays of raw power I’ve ever seen. The intense focus displayed by one person can never be defeated. An effort that will go down in Ride From Reno lore.

We arrived in Delta and Friday is a recovery day. Rest we all desperately need before the Huntsman 140 begins early Saturday morning.

I am so proud be even a small part of such a meaningful event.


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What a week!

We haven’t posted all week, but thought we would do so today, Friday, on our ‘day off’. Dan is quite sick today with the cold that I so generously shared with him so I, Marian, will write a post in his behalf. It’s amazing how much a simple cold can take from a body, even one in such remarkable shape as Dan’s. I’m confident that with his months of intense training that he will be able to rouse in the morning with renewed strength to be able to resume the final 140 miles of this remarkable journey. Scott, our son remarked that Dan would get on his bike in the morning even if he was nearly dead because he had made a commitment to undertake this ride and he always follows through with his commitments, no matter what. Two of his dear friends from this wonderful group of 10 men and one woman gave Dan a priesthood blessing and promised him through the power of the Lord that he would be able to ride in the morning. I believe in the power of priesthood blessings!

Dan and I left home last Saturday for our trip to Reno so that he could be rested enough to begin the ride bright and early Monday morning. What a thrill to gather with our dear friends-in-common Sunday evening as we went over the protocol for the upcoming week. This is our fifth year riding with Jeff and the group from Reno, having ridden the ride from Delta for several years prior. What an honor to be invited by Jeff to be a part of this elite, wonderful group of individuals, all with the common goal of finding a cure for this dreaded disease, each with a personal connection with cancer. The admiration we have for each team member, whether it be as a rider or a support, is great as each one has taken a week from their jobs, family, vacation time, etc. to ride these grueling 700 miles for this cause; not to mention the months of intense training and the financial sacrifice involved on each of their parts.

We are so grateful to each of you who have donated financially, whatever the amount to this fundraiser. Every dollar is so appreciated. There is no one who has not been affected in some way or another by cancer, and together we will do our part to help to find a cure. Not one dollar of donated money goes to this ride! EVERY CENT GOES DIRECTLY TO THE HUNTSMAN CANCER CENTER FOR RESEARCH TO FIND A CURE FOR THIS MONSTER! So again, we thank everyone for your unselfish donations.

As we paused for an hour at Sacramento Pass on Thursday morning at about 7,000 feet in elevation (yes, they climbed that elevation on their bicycles) we reverently wrote the names with chalk on the asphalt of each of our friends and loved ones who have suffered or are suffering from cancer. We were amazed at how long our list was–it grows every year. We are mindful of our dear son-in-law Bryce, who lost his battle to melanoma nearly 10 years ago at the tender age of 32, leaving behind a devoted wife and a 10-month old baby girl. That baby girl, by the way, at 9 years of age sang the Star Spangled Banner at the opening of the Salt Lake Bees game last Wednesday evening.

In spite of the mighty wind which took its turn both helping and hindering this ride, we will ride on. We will continue to do all that we can in the fight against cancer until we are no longer able. Dan and I regret that we will not be able to take this journey for the next two years with our friends, but we will not forget their sacrifice. We will be performing a mission of another kind in Hong Kong for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. We will be cheering them on from afar and will be praying that all of our dear readers will do likewise. Please open your hearts and your wallets to donate to this very worthy cause that affects every one of us to a degree. Together we can KILL CANCER!

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Day 4-Karin Smith-Support

So Todd and I are the newbies this year on the  RIDE FROM RENO. Todd has done the Huntsman 140  many times and has loved it. I have to admit coming into this ride I was very nervous. I was hoping and praying that everything would go great for Todd as he rode and that Devin and I could do our job as Support Crew. Let me just say that I LOVE all the RFR riders and support crew!!! We have become so close and have worked so well together! I love that we all jump in and help each other and watch out for each others riders.

I have loved jumping in the truck and riding from spot to spot to cheer these riders on. It’s so great to stand with others and cheer these riders on and then jump back in and race to the next stop. You soon learn what their needs are, how soon to have water, sunscreen, meds, whatever food they need before they jump back on the bikes and take off agian. I have loved starting off each morning with them, sending them off, jumping in the truck and taking off after them. Following them all day and being there as they end each night.

The first 3 days I was cheering from the Summit and different places along the ride. You could see how tired the riders are and how hard they were working. You watch as they battled severe wind, blowing sand and dirt, big deisels flying by them, the heat and pure exhaustion. Well yesterday I witnessed this ride from a different view. It was our turn to drive behind the riders and alert others on the road that there were riders ahead. Man I felt so responsible for them. I saw them work together, I watched them struggle. I watched as riders would break off on a hill climb and make it the top then turn right around and ride back down the hill and help other riders up the hill. I saw them climb slow and ride amazingly fast together. I loved it and was so happy when they were all in sinc togther. I could tell when they hurt, when they wanted to give up but just kept pedaling. I saw how relieved and happy they were when they saw their support crew and pushed harder to get to them. I think I finally understood my role as support crew and I grew to love these riders and support crew even more.

The highlight of yesterday’s ride had to be Sacramento Pass. I can’t even begin to tell you what I felt and experienced on that pass. As we wrote names of family and friends who have passed on, that ground beacame sacred for me. As we wrote names for those who are suffering with this horrible disease and those who have conqured it, my heart hurt for them and their familes. Nobody asked for this. Nobody should have to endure what they have had to endure!!!  As these riders stood in front of Navy’s name on the road and held her sweet picture I just cried. I looked around at all these names and knew they were all fighters!

This last year I lost my Dad and two months to the day I lost my Mom.  My world was shattered.  I didn’t know I could hurt so much and be so mad at the same time! I felt like life wasnt fair and I shouldnt have to go through this! I shouldnt be writting my parents name on this road. I was up on this pass bawling like a baby and my heart was hurting so much. I sat back and thought of all of these names and thought their life was shattered. Their life is not fair, they are angry and thinking they shouldnt have to go through this. My heart hurt for all of those batteling Cancer!! To all of you who have fought Cancer and are fighting it right now you are my HEROS!!!

Sweet Navy, Brandon, Chelsea and Riley we love you!! I can’t even imagine all you have gone through and continue to go through! Navy you are a FIGHTER and WE LOVE YOU!!! Go Team Navy!!!!!

Karin Smith




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