Thursday, April 16, 2020

safe at home

It is this time of year that my favorite bicycle races  usually occur, the Spring Classics, or Monuments, these are some of the best that cycling has to offer.  I know that the Tour de France is the most renowned and coveted, and the Giro d’Italia, my preference over Le Tour, is another major prize to claim; but nothing compares to the one day classics. 

It would be about now that Paris-Roubaix would be held.  This one day classic starts outside of Paris following a 260km route and finishes in the velodrome in Roubaix on the border of Belgium.  It has been held every year since 1896, with exceptions for the years surrounding the two World Wars.  Generally speaking, this would not be that exciting except that early April in the north of France it means that the weather is unpredictable, often cold, raining, and even snowing.  Oh, and then there are the roads; the route includes 50km of cobblestone roads, actually “road” is not an accurate term these cobblestone sections are actually farm paths.  The approximately two dozen sections of cobblestone are remnants of pre-war France and are maintained by a volunteer organization, with rain they become a mud covered ice patch.  

So when you combine the weather with the cobblestone sections you can begin to understand why the race has the nick name “The Hell of the North” or “A Sunday in Hell”. 

There have been countless memorable moments in this race, so don’t get me started, but 2016 is especially memorable.  I will start with a spoiler, the race was won by Mathew Haymen.  Mat rode professionally from 2000 - 2019 during which time his role was mainly as a domestique, or supporter of the team leader.  He was well respected for his role in helping others win, and the 2016 Paris-Roubaix was only his 8th professional victory.  But by all conventional thinking this race was not his to win, or even ride.

On February 27 of that year Mat crashed in another race shattering the radius bone in his right arm.  The cobbles of Paris-Roubaix are jarring to even a healthy body, a broken arm would be impossible.  But within a day of breaking his arm Mat had set up his bike on an indoor trainer, and using computer simulations began training in his garage with his arm propped up on a ladder.  

The best way for a cyclist to get fit is to race.  The second best way to get fit is to log road miles.  Mat could do neither so his even making it to the starting line of Paris-Roubaix was not expected.  So Mat did the only thing he could do, alone in his garage, twice a day he rode hard, logging more than 1,000km on his virtual trainer.  

When he arrived at Paris-Roubaix no one, including himself, expected that he would do anything other than support his team leader.  But there he was in the early break away.  And late in the race he was with the 5 leaders taking an early lead as they arrived in the velodrome in Roubaix.  Holding off the sprinters coming in fast behind him Mat won his 15th Paris-Roubaix.  

Not able to go outside and ride on the road Mat won this prestigious race by training alone in his garage with his arm propped on a ladder.  It is pretty amazing to see what can happen while stuck at home.  

God be with you until we meet again.
Fr. Henry+       

Sunday, April 12, 2020

So make yourself an ark

Two years ago today, we purchased the home where we live.  Not long before that day I would have questioned whether we would ever again own a home.  Fortunately, through the kindness and efforts of many, we are comfortably settled in our, new to us, home.  

As much as we are settled, for the past two years there has been a corner of our garage that I have ignored, stepped around, and tried to divert the attention of visitors from seeing.  It was a repository of boxes and stuff, all my stuff, in a disorganized heap.  It was some odd tools and lots of various containers of fasteners and hardware bits and pieces; it was where things went because you never knew when you might need it (including things from our first home 33 years ago).  

Other than frustrating Diane when ever she had to walk around it, if the pile remained untouched it would not have changed the world.  I am pleased to say that the pile of stuff no longer exists, it is now, for the first time in two years, a functional and clean part of our garage.  

This all occurred because I have a dream.

You see, I come from a long line of boat builders.  My father built boats.  His father built boats.  My uncles built boats.  The problem is that I have never built a boat.  I have actually worked for four different boat companies but that was all fiberglass manufacturing and scores of workers; I have never built a boat and I have a dream to one day build a boat.  

So by cleaning that corner of the garage I am taking steps towards building my boat.  Seems odd, but yet it is a positive steps towards my dream, consider this: 

  1. order containers for small parts and fasteners
  2. sort through boxes of small parts and fasteners
  3. clean corner of the garage and store small parts and fasteners that are actually useful
  4. create room for special tools needed for wood working
  5. remind Diane that I cleaned the corner of the garage so that I can buy wood working tools
  6. acquire tools and store in the clean corner of the garage
  7. learn to use the tools properly
  8. acquire lumber
  9. start building my boat
  10. build my boat

There we are, 10 steps away from building my boat and I have already accomplished the first 4 steps.  There is no timeline for each step, only a dream.  But that is what is important.  

I have a dream that a tomorrow will come when I can take the next steps.  

I have a dream that I will build my boat, and I am already thinking about the second one.  And this is all possible because I believe that God turns the darkness into light.  

I know that today, and its darkness, is not permanent.  I know that God will change the darkness into light and all of our dreams will be possible.  With God there is always hope, there is always dreams, there is always light.

And for the record, my boat will be about 7.5 cubits long.

God be with you until we meet again.  
Fr Henry+