Report from Day 7… A week late and a day short….
So….We headed out of Niagara Falls, Ontario last Saturday, a week ago…enroute for our final destination of Orchard Park, NY and the conclusion of their Greater Buffalo Chapter MS 150 ride. All was good. Actually great. Pics by the Falls, an easy ride along the lake and then a cross over into the US…into the US…Into the US or A. Beautiful houses and just chatting it up. Riding in a double pace line but easy. My front wheel was overlapping one of my teammate’s rear wheel by about a third….the line started sliding to the left and well…whoa…hold one…oh no….and we just touched hard and as it goes…the rear guy goes down….
Down goes Frazier, Down goes Frazier….earlier in the ride the joke was “if Bethel crashes in a forest and no one hears it…” Well, as in the Redwood forests…I crashed with the elegance of an elephant hit by a blow dart. Fortunately, there were no cars near us. My helmet was cracked in 11 places…hence ALWAYS wear a friggin helmet. My head was fine, just knocked out for a few seconds. Was taken by ambulance to the local hospital ER and then about 10 hours later I was transported to the best trauma hospital in Western NY, the Erie County Medical Center. They did a complete workup…no head or brain trauma and a broken collar bone. On the DL for about 6 weeks. But things could have been far worse.
Earlier that day, my teammates finished the journey in Buffalo. Somewhere near 460 miles around Lake Ontario. This special group of cyclists got the job done. And despite the toll it took on all of us, it makes us better people. And me, I am the lucky one to have so very many folks in my corner. To be able to represent you on this ride and, in the past and in the rides to come, thankful for your support. We are making a difference. We have to.
And so I will close now…very proud to have been on this adventure again this year. The fundraising is going fine. If you still are looking to donate please go to www.nationalmssociety.org/goto/davebethel2013
In the meantime, my request to you is a simple one. To take the time to thank the young men and women that you see in uniform…”for their service”. And at night to say your prayers for those in uniform, our families and friends and those that fight this disease every single day, that they are looked over and taken care of. And as my Ashtyn always concludes, “Dear God, take care of all of Daddy’s Marines…thank you God” Good night my friends, As always, I remain…
Your Friend, Big Dave