Let’s help Tyler celebrate his 25th birthday!!!

 

From the Pedal for Prevention website:

 

Computer Stats:
Miles – 13.4
Avg. Speed – 16.3

After our marathon 100 mile day to Prairie City, we were well ahead of schedule, and we wanted to get some work done, so we gave ourselves an easy 13 mile day to John Day. After climbing mountains all day from Vale, our sprint through John Day Valley beside the John Day River was a breeze. Less than an hour and we were in our new motel home for the night!

 
 


So now onto the today’s real blog… Not to sound egocentric, BUT my birthday is fast approaching! I’m turning 25 on Monday the 4th; a quarter of a century old. I honestly can’t believe I’m almost 25, and two years ago, if someone had said, “on your 25th birthday you’ll be in Bend, Oregon on cross country bike trip for charity”, I never would have believed them. It’s strange how things work out, but despite missing family and friends A LOT, I wouldn’t trade my oncoming birthday situation. I’m proud to be on the road for kids, and in the world making a difference and pulling my weight.

The only hard part for me is the issue of presents; more specifically, not getting any! That’s what birthdays are for, an excuse to get cool stuff, and money off of the folks! But to allay my sorrows, I’ve come up with a plan that I think you’ll like…

For my birthday present from all of our committed and giving readers, I’m asking for “gifts” of any multiple of 25. For my birthday, I’d love to get donations of 25 something – $.25, $2.50, $25, $250, $2,500, $25,000 or even $250,000 if someone really wants to make my 25th memorable!

I know it’s a funky ask, but there’s really nothing I need (besides a car) and it just makes more sense to try and raise some money for a good cause.

You can make your birthday present gift HERE

Thank you all in advance, and I can’t wait to have my phone beep out of my pocket leading up to Monday with donation alerts!

“…the right to be free in your childhood…innocent and whole…”

 

From Pedal for Prevention

We interviewed Roger from The Idaho Children’s Trust, and spoke to him about child sexual abuse and how it fits in the greater scope of human rights.

Day 29 – Limon, CO to Bennett, CO

Tyler’s journal entry:

Day 29 – Limon, CO to Bennett, CO


I woke up early in the 1st Inn Gold when the reading light above my bed fell off the wall and smacked me in the forehead right on cue at 5:24 am. We were due to sleep in, and despite the night time knock, we were at ease because we were catching a ride to Bennett with our host for the night, Barb and her daughter Amanda. Barb pickup us up from the hotel around 9 and we were in Bennett, fifty miles closer to Denver by 10:30.
 

With Mike’s bike still maligned, catching a ride to Bennett was a real god-send. Not only was it a day off the saddle, but getting to Bennett early gave us time to relax and enjoy an extra day off, something that we value more than gold. We were staying at Barb’s sister’s and brother in law’s wheat farm overlooking the mountains, and being around a family on a comfy couch was just what we all needed.

Barb was so excited to meet us and help on our mission to prevent child sexual abuse, that she had printed 1,000 blue flyers explaining our ride and encouraging people to donate, and join us on our mission. Barb had also solicited stores around Bennett and had gotten a few gift certificates that we could use on our ride.

After lunch, we gathered up barbs flyers and prevent child abuse ribbons and headed to King Soopers (the town grocery store) to pass out the flyers to shoppers. We got through a few hundred before we called it a day and headed home to relax, and enjoy the opening weekend of the college football season sipping cold Colorado beer and watching the sun drop below the mountains to the West.

We said goodbye to the Barb’s sister Brenda and her husband Randy and the kids before we hopped in the truck once again and were escorted to Denver. A few more days off the bike staying at a friends house in the city meant recovering bottoms and getting feeling back in the fingertips.

We’re having a press conference today from 1-3 across from the Governour’s mansion at Lincoln Park downtown, so if you feel like coming out, please do! We’re almost halfway done with our trip, and we have just over 2,000 miles and $35,000 to go until we reach L.A., and our $40,000 mark. Chip-in and help us keep rolling, Wyoming is looming large on the horizon!

-Tyler

From the Pedal for Prevention blog…These guys are awesome…

Friday, August 27th, 2010



 

We filmed a video about our trip here in Kansas City yesterday that we thought we’d share with you. It’s a take off of Bob Dylan’s old Subterranean Homesick Blues video with an altered narrative. Hope you enjoy it!

 

“1 in 4 girls” and “1 in 6 boys” Why don’t family courts have a plan?

Bicyclists Raising Awareness of Sexual Abuse | WJBF–TV

Please click on the link above to see local  TV media coverage from Georgia about the three men riding their bicycles all the way across the country. Think about it. 

They’re not just biking across Georgia. They’re not just talking about child abuse in Georgia. They’re talking about sexual abuse of children all over America and they’re asking each of us to start talking about it too.

So where’s the national news coverage? 

Ahem. Helloo! Yooo Hooo!

Is anyone who can make a difference paying attention?

If the statistics say “1 in 4 girls” and “1 in 6 boys”, shouldn’t the national mainstream media be covering this story of the 3 young men riding their bikes across America? Shouldn’t our nation’s family courts have some kind of plan to protect those 1 in 4 girls and 1 in 6 boys from their abusers?

There are hundreds of  distraught mothers all across the country. They’re naming names – and some are calling people names with justifiable anger. Our nation’s family courts have thrown them and their children into the family court ring to fend for themselves with family court rules such as:

 the "friendly parent" rule 
and
the "no help from the judge if you're representing yourself in court" rule

Many use the phrase “family court’s dirty little secret” in reference to the federal funding for abusive fathers and backroom deals in child abuse cases. That “dirty little secret” is definitely a huge chunk of the national family court crisis that needs to be addressed, but it’s one that I don’t understand so I’ll have to leave the “following of the paper trials” and resulting explanations to the federal investigators. 

Here’s another “dirty little secret of the family court” that I do understand and it’s one that the national mainstream media should be covering – along with the fact that there are now, at this moment, 3 amazing young men riding their bicycles across our continent to raise awareness of the importance of  preventing sexual abuse of children.  

What do you think family court does when abuse occurs in the families of 1 in 4 girls and 1 in 6 boys?

Look it up. See what the policy is. Then please start to talk about it.

One therapy that’s used on our children who’ve been abused is called Dr. Richard Gardner’s “threat therapy”. Seriously. That’s what it’s called. In “threat therapy”, when abused children refuse to “visit” with their father who sexually abused them, they’re told that if they don’t go, they’ll have to go live with their abuser and that their mother will be put in jail.

You think I’m making this stuff up? Look it up. Then please start to talk about it. 

 

Three American Heros say, “Join Our Ride!” (So…where’s the media coverage?)

 

Computer Stats:
Miles – 17.5
Avg. Speed 11.9

 

We rolled out of Cadiz, KY a little before 8am still tired and with tight legs after a grueling day up and down the Tennessee hills. Our spirits were high after being touched by the generosity of the lovely Jenny and Bryan Hyde, but unfortunately, our spirits took heavy blow when my back tire fell victim to a tiny, yet nasty piece of metal lying on the road shoulder within the first 10 miles of the day.

A flat tire is normally a 10 minute fix and a chance to stretch out in the shade. We weren’t so lucky today. In the last two days, either due to sheer coincidence or mechanical fault with our bikes, we have suffered 5 flat tubes and tire punctures. With no more tubes, we were in a sticky situation. Without a bike shop anywhere nearby, and in the middle of the Kentucky countryside, we were once again saved by a local kind enough to stop and ask if help was needed.

Roger Garner informed us that the closest bike shop was 25 miles north with nothing in between, and so offered to go fetch his truck from his house around the bend and give us a lift. Roger was not only a savior in a time of need, but also an amazing man who’s knowledge of the surrounding lands, rivers, and recreational activities turned our terrible start to the morning into a glorious day full of smiles and hope.

Roger spoke with a warm, charming accent and with poetic language that made our drive through the “Land Between The Lakes” a magnificent story filled journey. Tales of the past, and thoughts on the future made the miles flow by. With our bikes mended once again, we said a heartfelt goodbye to our new friend Roger on the banks of the Ohio River.

After a Mexican lunch, and a TV interview with WPSD in Paducah we set our sights on trekking onwards to Karnak, Illinois. The only way out of Paducah was over an IMPASSIBLE bridge, so once again a local, Susie, offered to zip us across in her truck! A big thank you to Susie for conquering that ole’ blue metal, bone jangling bridge for only the fourth time in 18 years. (The Rockport Bridge really is terrifying)

After bagging another picture on the Illinois state line, we pedaled away along a busy 2 lane highway that had a heavy flow of traffic. In my estimation, over half of the drivers that passed us shouldn’t be allowed on the road. Because of this our road ride turned into a off- road finger numbing adventure over grass and gravel alongside the highway until we reached a hotel in Metropolis. Some days you just can’t get out and ride the distances you want to.

Tomorrow we cross the Mighty Mississippi and head into “the west.” Over 700 miles so far, and we’re still rolling!

-Mike