Our Ride Sells the Ride

When we came to the lobby to load our gear, the Ride already had gotten attention.

We’d heard that a “school group” was in the hotel. Seeing no children, we thought we’d misunderstood.

We had misunderstood. It was a group of educators.

Cliff spotted us and volunteered that he’d noticed the Sprint 26, photographed our Ride sign, and intends to donate to Human Rights First.

Cliff, a dual citizen, immigrated from Canada. At present he’s a substitute teacher, recently having left a job in a Utah municipal government. Cliff shares our frustration at the pace of repair of American systems that most people agree are broken—including our immigration system. Moneyed interests seem to have the loudest voice in public policy debates.

After a wide-ranging discussion, Cliff had to leave to teach a language arts class. Then Jessica stopped by.

Jessica, a school administrator, grew up in Connecticut. She wished us well on the Ride.

Mathu (friends call him Mat) is a professional who helps people enjoy social and physical activity despite circumstances—such as physical or mental illness, poverty, and post-traumatic stress—that interfere. Of course he noticed our trike. His organization provides similar machines to people who need them to be active outdoors.

L to R: Joey, Mat.

Mat recently did a risky multiple-day backcountry hiking trip. He understands the stress put on our families when we do something like his hike or our Rides. He gets why we want to do it anyway.

When we mentioned that a Beatles postcard, autographed by Jeffrey and me, will be mailed to every donor to Human Rights First via the Ride, Mat was delighted. He has been a Beatles fan since childhood. Mat’s card will depict his favorite Beatle: George Harrison.
Katie, a school principal, happens to be Mat’s spouse. She joined the fun!

Mat told us about a famous athlete who sets records not for glory, but to attract attention to her cause. That’s our philosophy too (although we set no records). It’s not about us. It’s about helping people who need help provided by Human Rights First. Please donate so HRF can keep providing it!

These and other conversations delayed our departure. Delay allowed the temperature to rise from +16F (-9C) to +20F (-7C). When we started our descent, at even 20 mph (32 kph), easily exceeded downhill, the wind-chill (“real-feel”) was +4F (-16C).

Jeffrey faced the cold in a shirt, a down jacket, a vest with pockets, a windbreaker, and a safety vest. He wore a cloth cap, the Illinois Pork hat that goes on every Ride, and a bike helmet. Of course he got cold. It goes with the territory.

Joey modeling the hat. “Illinois Pork. Generations of Commitment.”
Over the edge!
Jeffrey needed sunglasses and sunscreen against the glare.
We were lucky that the shoulders weren’t snowy.
As we descended from 8000’ to 5000’ over several hours, the air warmed and was more satisfying for Jeffrey to breathe.
Note the patch of snow on the distant hill.
We take GPS directions with a grain of salt. Several times, the Voice told us to leave the paved highway. We disobeyed.
Beef cattle.
America wasn’t first. Canadians refer to First Nations. We like that term.
Descending toward Roosevelt on a smooth wide shoulder.
We knew of Utah coal. We were ignorant of Utah oil.
Population is about 7,000.

Our route so far:

242 miles from Eden to Roosevelt.

Tomorrow we’ll add another leg.

4 thoughts on “Our Ride Sells the Ride

  1. Hello Joey a new Jeffrey. Those mountain road photos look so cold. I can just imagine the windchill. Thank you, Jeff for caring so much, doing this ride, talking to all you meet, and documenting with stories and photos.I will donate to Human Rights First. Stay safe!

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  2. Glad the people of Utah (except a few truckers) were friendly to you. We welcome immigrants in our state. Thank you for riding on their behalf.


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