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Hearts of Gold Highlight This Year’s Week Ride

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A funny thing happens when it comes to major life experiences—like, say, spending seven days and 457 miles on a bike. Over time, the difficult aspects dissipate while the good memories take over and grow rosier. Call it survival instinct or call it selective memory, it happens. How else could we as a species get through the terrible twos, organic chemistry, and dance recitals?

As we look back on this year’s Week Ride to the southern Oregon coast, one thing becomes clear—our memories needn’t be so selective.

14344863_10154219883203283_1079491553751015329_nOn the first evening in camp at Myrtle Creek, Executive Director Steve Schulz climbed on stage in his hiking boots and cowboy hat and laid down a message of “we not me.” Clearly, it stuck. Camp truly was a community this year, and riders looked out for each other. New and old friends gathered nightly to share stories and libations in the beer tent. At the crack of dawn, cheerful volunteers from the local community offered up extra-big slices of spinach feta scramble with a smile. SAG drivers picked up riders and got them to camp safely when their equipment or bodies had let them down. Everyone was determined to make the week a success, and we all came together to do it.

Mother Nature seemed to be on board as well. September in Southern Oregon can be unpredictable, but we had terrific weather all week. Mild wind, ideal riding temperatures, and hardly a drop of rain. After last year’s trial by fire, the weather gods seemed eager to make it up to us with great weather that only enhanced the beautiful country.

14368735_10154217539943283_2422555864387587425_nIt wasn’t all endorphins and high fives though. The hills on days two and five pushed a lot of people to their limits. And a few thoughtless riders blew through stop signs or buzzed other riders without so much as an “on your left.” But those things will soon get filed away in the dusty archives of our brains, only to be replaced with memories of rolling country roads, breathtaking coastal views, and the rugged Rogue River. Flat tires and sore muscles aren’t worth remembering, but whales feeding just steps from our camp at Gold Beach and the lone bagpiper atop the day-two climb sure as hell are.

14355624_10154220453973283_2507996251418381463_nIt’s also important to remember why we were out there in the first place—to bring some prosperity to small Oregon communities that really need it. Sometimes that prosperity looked like hundreds of bikes leaned up against a Mexican restaurant, as it did in Glendale. Sometimes it looked like Cycle Oregon riders buying and drinking all the beer in Gold Beach (really Gold Beach, it was our pleasure). And sometimes it looks like a new sound system at a high school football stadium, or a $5,000 grant for community development. Locals we talked to everywhere made it clear that Cycle Oregon is much more than a bike ride to them. They greatly appreciate it every time Cycle Oregon rolls through their towns.

Next year is the 30th anniversary of Cycle Oregon and we are beyond excited for it. We have 30 years worth of great memories and experiences that make us thrilled to do this year after year. As for the inevitable challenging moments of a weeklong bike ride—what challenging moments?

Here’s to 2017!


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  1. Your nice letter and your speeches during the ride talk a lot about “we”. But you and your staff have not been more specific who “we” are.

    I was curious as to how many rode, what was average age, what was male/female ratio, how many states were represented, how many countries were represented, how many first -timers, etc. And how do those numbers compare with last year’s numbers.

    Can you make public any of that data? If not, why not?

    Thanks,
    Bruce L Burke

  2. I’ve had the privilege or riding Cycle Oregon 2 times….and I can’t wait to have the opportunity again. Every year I dream of taking a week in September and committing it to my bike for great causes and even better memories. Unfortunately, it isn’t going to happen again this year, but it will. I can’t begin to explain how amazed I was both years, (2002 and 2008), at the amount of thought that goes into every detail. From the well planned out daily ride, to the camp sites, the food, the amazing volunteers and, even better, how great I felt at the end of each day knowing that I rode, and I rode well. I pitched my own tent, I made new friends and I saw a part of the beautiful state of Oregon that I might not have ever seen while sitting in my car.

    The article above (10/5/2016) brings tears to my eyes and rings so true. I will ride CO again, and I can’t wait!