I spent the last couple of days on the road as the ‘support crew’ for my husband’s, brother’s and nephew’s first annual bike tour. They’ve never really been interested in bike riding, certainly never trained….but this is something they wanted to do. I can’t tell you how therapeutic it was driving down country roads, surrounded by corn fields, silos and sunshine. My daughter and niece in the backseat giggling, making up rap songs about the boyz on bikes. It was a great adventure and just what the doctor ordered. They rode out of Vineland, near St. Catherines on Thursday morning, joke was on my husband when my nephew decorated his bike with pink tassels and a purple horn.
By the time they left the first pit stop (greasy breakfast) my brother dawned the tassels and never looked back.
A trip like this bonds people, it’s an opportunity to take a step back from every day busy life and do something different. I had no idea how comforting this trip would be – how incredibly special it would be to witness father and son share such a unique adventure.
As the days past I saw it as a rite of passage for my nephew, a 15 year old kid wants to go on this journey with his dad and he never gave up, even though at times he so desperately wanted to throw his bike in the back of my car and join us as support crew – he didn’t and neither did my brother or husband. They rode through rain, pain and rough terrain. These three amigos accomplished their goal and are already planning the next one.
I was a bit worried about myself as I hate driving and I get so frustrated with other drivers but I only felt the open road, wind in my hair, the freedom to let my mind wander and my favourite songs on the radio. My sister in law caught up to us on our first night and we were at every pit stop cheering them on as they rode in.
I grew up in a small town and now living in Toronto it’s easy to forget what life is like to live at a slower pace. We even found a taco wagon in the middle of nowhere and just had to stop and have a snack.
Our last night, we rented the penthouse suite at a beachfront hotel in Port Stanley and celebrated the victory. I am so glad I got to capture this trip on ‘film.’ You can see it in their faces, you can see how proud and happy they are. I honestly don’t think my brother stopped smiling for three days. That’s a wonderful thing to witness – these are the memories that will last a lifetime.
Oh, this last picture was taken on a phone as the support crew missed this little episode….. My brother ‘gracefully’ fell off his bike and sat slumped over in the middle of the road… for dramatic affect…. while my husband ran into my nephew and knocked him off his bike…. from laughing so hard. Good times!
Gas up the car, I’m ready to go again.