Post of the Week – Bill McMorrow

Ah, are you feeling the loss of that hour yet? Are you still trying to it get back? Is your entire week now thrown off? Will you be scrambling to try to feel whole again?

May I suggest a bike ride? Spring is in the air…can you feel it? There. There it is. I can’t think of a better time than to just hop on that bicycle and go for a ride.

That reminds me, I need to get my bike fixed…

When I read Bill McMorrow, I can’t help but recall memories from my past, memories that for whatever reason, are distant and buried. His posts have this power to draw them out, his words both clever and true channeling through me. My memories reveal themselves as a whisper in my ear, “See, we’re still here.”

Reading Bill’s post about his childhood Huffy, I thought about my own experience which I can laugh about now. My family was so poor we didn’t have bikes. But while my parents’ friends were on a vacation, we borrowed their bikes. No, we didn’t steal them. I had one week, and one week only, to learn how to ride a bike, and you can forget the training wheels. And I did it! I only remember wanting it so bad.

You may find it surprising that I later went to UC Santa Barbara where the bicycle was the mode of transportation numero uno! I’m not exaggerating when I say there was an intersection on campus where, during the busiest part of a day, 20 to 30 bikes would converge in the center for a big CRASH!! On a good day, I got a few bruises and scrapes. On a bad day, my bike was pretty messed up. I would always tense up before arriving at this spot; but even if I crashed, I thought to myself, it wasn’t my fault. No, no…it wasn’t because I couldn’t ride a bike. That intersection was insane.

Never mind the spill I took on the asphalt, all by lonesome, in front of the guy I was in love with. Did he rush to my aid? No, he did not. Jerk! Loser! See, I feel better. And stop laughing.

But Bill’s crash, I won’t spoil it for you…It is not to be missed. I wonder what memories will surface for you. Enjoy.

Bill McMorrow: A Tale Of A Boy And His Bike