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My Guys

Well, that’s what I call them, anyway.

Becoming a biker has introduced me to many things – pure joy and lots of  thrills, little towns and bigger cities, curvy country roads and long straight interstates, and some really great folks.   I’ve met and gotten to ride with many people, several that I now hold dear.  Life would not be near as much fun or as meaningful without them.

Dave and Michael are two of my favorites.

       

I call them my guys, but they haven’t given me permission to call them that.  I call them that because they’ve been my mentors and my companions on  many rides in my short history of riding.  They’ve each been riding for over 30 years; I’ve been riding on my own for 3; they’ve each got well over 100,000 miles under their belts; I’ve got 15,000.

They may not actually LIKE to be called my guys (I haven’t even asked them), but  in my heart and in my mind, that is what they are.  They teach me and are patient with me; they laugh with me and tease the hell out of me.  I would follow them just about anywhere, knowing that all will be well and as safe as can be, and we’ll always have a whole lot of  fun.

Michael introduced me to riding in December of 2007, and I met Dave and his wonderful wife Martha, another biker and a woman I adore, soon after.

     

Many of the miles I’ve  ridden have been accumulated when following these guys, and the order is almost always Dave, then Michael, then me.  Sure we ride with others, and they ride a whole helluva lot without me, but I can usually count on them wanting to ride when I do.  They are used to getting an “I want to ride” text  from me on any given weekend morning …  even on a beautiful, 40 degree winter day.

  

I get to see beautiful parts of  Southwest Virginia, as Dave knows every road and never gets lost …

… and Michael knows every biker and has never met a stranger.

They put up with requests for group photos and then they laugh at me as I race to get into the picture before the timer goes off.

A friend gave me a special camera strap (it has been dubbed the “magic strap”) so that I can wear the camera while riding and can quickly stop to take pictures without getting off the bike.  I focus on the shot while the guys ride out of view but I never have to worry as they are always waiting at the next intersection.   Thankfully, those waits having gotten shorter as I have gained confidence and nowadays they don’t have to wait as long because I’m usually right there with them … then again, maybe they’re just being nice.

Can you see their expressions?  “Come on LD, hurry up and take the picture”.

I can and do ride with others.  I enjoy a big group ride and solo rides as well.  But I just love riding with these guys and I am so glad that they’ve welcomed such a novice rider into their biker world.

I never miss out on a chance to hit the road and love it when I get to do it with them.

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The Changing

Life is full of constant change …

moving from one season to the next

and with it, the passing on of wisdom from a long time caregiver to those who will carry on.

The beauty and the bittersweet are captured here.

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Fall in love with Fall … all day long

I am always surprised when someone tells me that they don’t like fall.

The fresh air, the cooler temps, the energy … but mostly the colors!

I want to take my camera with me everywhere I go.  And when I do leave it at home, I regret it.  The beauty of fall surrounds us at all times of the day.

Morning sun…

   

Mid-morning Color …

   

Late afternoon light …

   

Evening Sunset …

  

Don’t mourn the passing of summer and end up missing all that is fall!!

Let yourself enjoy!!

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Layne Creed Part 2 – The 2012 Memorial Ride

When Billy Nunn says be there at 9:45, kickstands up at 10:00 or get left behind, you’d best get there on time.

We met on a cool, cloudy morning, 17 bikes, most with riders on the back, pulling into the parking lot two or three at a time. Considering that we’d had an unplanned party at Sharkey’s (http://www.sharkeyswingandribjoint.com/) the night before, more than one biker was feeling the after effects on Saturday. Just like the carb loading pasta dinners that cyclists have the night before a big ride, this group of bikers enjoyed a slightly different type of pre-ride carb load.

In another similarity to a big cycling event, we had our own SAG support, the term the cycling community uses for “support and gear”.  These are the folks who ride in vehicles and are prepared to offer aide to a cyclist in trouble.  Jerilyn provided SAG for our group.  By following the motorcycles in her car, Jerilyn was certainly there for the fun, but also to offer space for a rider and as a place to stow over night gear.  While waiting for everyone to get there, Jerilyn made a new friend and I set up the tripod in preparation for a group shot.

  

In spite of the late night, we were a happy group that morning.

   

Soon enough it was time to pose for the group shot and get on down the road to Mt Airy, NC to ride in the 2012 Layne Creed Memorial Ride (https://lifeonthebikeandotherfabthings.wordpress.com/2012/10/04/layne-creed-the-reason-behind-the-ride/ )

The ride was chilly as we progressed slowly down through the mountains on Rt 52.  The slow pace was not purposeful, I guarantee (the pictures show the problem) but it allowed for the photo capture of our line of bikes.

  

Pulling into 13 Bones (http://www.eat13bones.com/) on a day threatening rain, the crew from Virginia was a welcome site to the team of organizers of the Layne Creed Memorial Ride for the Rescuers.  This was the 6th year of the ride and monies raised get donated to local rescue squads, fire departments, a children’s home and to support 2 scholarships. The owners of 13 Bones, in addition to being regular contributors to community events, were close friends of Layne Creed and they provide a great place to start the ride.

As soon as we got there, we lined up to get wrist bands, purchase T-shirts, pull a card for the Poker hand and buy tickets for the corn hole raffle.  This year, TW Signs (http://www.twsigns.net/), the company that makes the annual ride T-shirts, also made a Harley Davidson corn hole board that was donated and put up for raffle.

   

(photo: Velvet Creed Leonard)

It was 11am and everyone enjoyed wings, sausage biscuits and beverages at 13 Bones.

  

Meanwhile out in the parking lot, riders checked out Layne’s old truck,  and got ready to ride.

  

    

Folks looked at other bikes, reconnected with old friends and listened to pre-ride instructions.

  

  

  

  

60 bikes and many cars and trucks pulled out for the ride that honors the memory of Layne Creed.  Stops along the way included Dodge City in Elkin, the Yadkin Moose Lodge in Mocksville, Cooper’s Sports Bar in Pilot Mountain and finally the Elks Lodge in Mt Airy.  Each break offered food, beverages, and another card for the poker hand.

I’ve ridden in this Poker Run 4 times, but have no experience with any other rides.  All I ever hear from more experienced riders is that this one is the most organized that they have ever been involved with.  Every stop sign and intersection is monitored by someone from police, fire or rescue.  Traffic is stopped when necessary and the bikes ride on by.  In a few instances, folks in cars pull over out of respect for the ride and what it represents.

  

(photo: Velvet Creed Leonard)

We rode in pouring rain and chilly temps, but never lost the purpose, spirit and fun of the day!  Once wet, it really doesn’t matter … you just keep riding for the cause.

  

  

(the previous 5 photos courtesy of Velvet Creed Leonard)

Somewhere along the way, a key became embedded in Josh’s back tire and caused a flat.  Thanks to good friends on the road, the bike was safely loaded on a trailer and the ride continued on.

  

(photo: Velvet Creed Leonard)

By 5pm, a long line of wet riders pulled into the Mt Airy Elks Lodge.  Those who had them, changed wet clothes for dry ones and it was time to enjoy good food, door prizes and a silent auction.

Many pictures were taken, dancing was done, and in the end, $5500 was donated to the Children’s Center of Surry and Yadkin and scholarships were given to two Surry Community College students.

  

    

Even with a flat tire, a broken peg, and a couple of wrong turns and a dropped bike or two on the way to the hotel, it was a great day … rain and all!  The next morning dawned beautifully and it was a perfect day for a ride back home to Virginia.

  

  

We’re already looking forward to the 7th annual ride in 2013!

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The Road Home … Riding Solo

Without a doubt, I love to ride with friends.  Some of my favorite and most fun times are when I am spending the day with friends on our bikes. But one of the advantages of riding solo, is that I can stop at any time to take pictures … and the ride from Mt Airy, NC to SWVA is perfect for doing just that!

 

  

  

  

I took me twice as long to get home than it should have but it was so worth it!!

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Layne Creed Part 1 – The Reason Behind the Ride

Velvet says that those who didn’t know her brother Layne “would have loved him if they had. Everyone loved Layne”!

(photo credit: family of Layne Creed)

Layne Creed was evidently such a “people person” that  everyone loved to be around him.  He was quiet until you got to know him, but once you did, he was a man that you wanted to spend time with.   His sister Renee says he was “just amazing” and had a great smile.  He was a giver of time and self and was always willing to lend a hand. He never had children of his own, but he frequently gave time and attention to everyone else’s.  When he wasn’t operating his paving business, Layne loved to spend time on the boat, and to ride horses and motorcycles.

In keeping with his habit of helping others, he spent the day that he died working at the family home on Lake Norman.  After hours of working on the roof, Layne went out on the pontoon boat with 9 others to cool down after the day.  He left his cell phone, wallet and knife with his mother Nancy, and headed out on the boat.  Velvet says that she could hear in his voice that he wasn’t quite himself but when she called him (using his own phone) he said he was just tired.  From the shoreline, she could hear Layne and the others out on the boat, laughing and carrying on.

But it wasn’t too long before all she heard was the panicked calling of Layne’s name.  He had picked up Travis’  wife, Angela, with the intention of playfully throwing her into the water but he ended up going in too … and he never came up.  Velvet frantically called 911 using Layne’s own phone, while friends desperately tried to find him.  They called his name over and over and jumped in to try to find him, all to no avail. It seemed to Velvet that within minutes the place was swarming with first responders.  During this same time, Renee and a carload of friends were on their way out to the lake for the evening.  They ended up riding right in behind all the rescue vehicles and were horrified to find that it was Layne the rescuers were coming to help.  Rescue Squads, Police, and Fire vehicles kept arriving and they all seemed to have come so quickly … even though in her shock Velvet had had trouble remembering the correct address.

For two days, they searched for Layne.  That first night, they searched until it was no longer safe to do so, and then they came back early the next morning and started all over again.  Finally after 48 hours, his body came to the surface and he was found. The family stayed awake for two days … in shock, sadness, and disbelief that he was gone.  How could a man who spent so many years of his life in and around the water, have drowned?  It turns out that he’d had a heart attack and drowned as a result.  It was August 19, 2006 and the year was now doubly devastating.  Joe Creed, the father of Velvet, Layne, Scotty and Renee, had died just 7 months before.

    

(photo credit:  13 Bones wall picture and Layne Creed Memorial Ride FB Page)

Velvet says that she, her mother Nancy, and Renee and Scotty never wanted to have another family live through the horror of those 48 hours … and soon the idea of a Ride for the Rescuers was born.  The many, many tasks that had to be accomplished in planning such a big event gave the family “something to do and it was a way to try to manage the overwhelming grief”.  Over $7000 was raised that first year and was given to the rescuers in Sherrills Ford Fire and Rescue to help with the purchase of an underwater camera.  The donation of that money inspired the rescuers to seek grant funding and ultimately the underwater camera was purchased.  Because of that the Creed family knew that no other family would suffer the way that they had during the long 2 days of searching for Layne.

(photo credit:  Layne Creed FB Page)

According to Layne’s sister, Renee, “That was the most horrible feeling, because we knew where he was, but we had to wait for that sonar a whole day to find him. So that’s why we were so passionate about helping them get their sonar. After we helped them, we wanted to put the money back into our community, because there’s always something that needs to be purchased and you never know when you are going to need help”.  The family just wanted something good to come out of the tragedy of losing Layne.

(photo courtesy of Dale Sands)

There have been 6 rides in memory of Layne since that first one in 2007.  The committee has regular planning meetings that start 4 to 5 months before each year’s ride.  Velvet says that there are so many friends who attend the meetings and help to plan the ride and the Creed family is grateful to each and every one.  The planning has gotten a bit easier each year as the committee has learned how to manage the work load involved in pulling off such a big ride.  The whole family pulls together to plan the ride.  In addition to Velvet and Renee, Layne’s brother Scotty, mother Nancy and brothers-in-law, Ken Ross and Chris Leonard all help with the event each year.  They believe that the large volunteer force, and the many folks who ride, is a testament to the person that Layne was.

The  2012 Layne Creed Memorial Ride raised over $5500, despite the fact that the ride took place in a driving rain.  This year’s money was donated to the Children’s Center of Surry and Yadkin, which provides support services to strengthen family relationships and prevent child abuse.  The Children’s Center received money from the 2011 ride as well.

Velvet says her “heart is overfull” and the family and the committee are grateful that so many people came out to ride even though the weather proved to be such a challenge.  They say that the many hours of work required to ensure a successful and safe ride year after year are worth it when so many people come out to celebrate the life of their loved one, and in his memory, donate money to a variety of causes in the surrounding communities.  Over the past 6 years, more than $34,000 has been raised in the memory of Layne Creed with donations going to Fire and Rescue Departments in Surry, Booneville, Yadkin, and Fall Creek.  In addition, in each of the past 4 years, 2 students have received $250 scholarships to help with expenses at Surry Community College.

(Photo credit Mt Airy News)

The Creed Family recently posted the following statement on the Layne Creed Memorial Ride Facebook Page:

We are so THANKFUL to have so many people help us with all the hard work!  We can not thank you all enough!  You all mean so much to us.  Taking time out of your life to help us organize, and work the ride, and raise money for the Children’s Home of Surry and Yadkin in MEMORY of our beloved LAYNE CREED. Thanks to all of the people and businesses who donated!

AND NOW A BIG THANKS TO ALL OF YOU WHO RODE THE RIDE!!! WOW! OUR HEARTS MELTED AGAIN WHEN WE SAW JUST HOW MANY PEOPLE CAME OUT ON SATURDAY!!! We had about 60 bikes, 114 people that RODE the ride!!!! YOU ALL ARE GREAT! AND ALL OF THOSE WHO CAME OUT THAT NIGHT, BIG THANKS TO YOU TOO! Hope you all come back next year!
Again we greatly appreciate anyone who helped in any way with this event!
The CREED FAMILY
(photo credit Layne Creed FB Page)
Of the six Layne Creed Memorial Rides, two have been held in significant heat, one on a very cold day, one in the rain and two in perfect riding weather.  Rest assured that no matter the weather, the 7th Annual event will be held in 2013.  It will be a time to honor Layne Creed, beloved family member and friend, and it will be an event that will provide financial support for the community  in which he lived.

 

 

 

 

 

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Lovely Rain

Soothing, cooling, lovely …. rain needs no improvement.

My photography?  Still a work in progress … but I have to say, i was pretty excited with how these pictures turned out.

The first 4 were taken at the cabin in Floyd County.  The second 4 were taken from my front porch.

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Evening Light on Trees

While relaxing in my living room after a lovely day on the bike with Dave, I couldn’t help but see the beautiful evening light shining down on the trees in my front yard …

So fortunate to live in a home surrounded by trees.

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The Beauty of Bikes

Motorcycles and photography … a combination of  two of my favorite things.   Motorcycles have been in my life for almost 5 years, and photography for about 1.  I’ve taken pictures for years but am just now putting some effort into it.   It’s a natural to combine the two and I’m sure I’ll be taking pictures of bikes for years to come.  This is just the beginning.

Most bikers work hard to make their bikes look good and ride well.  A walk out to my carport right now will reveal the fact that my bike needs some attention to detail.  It takes some time and elbow grease to bring out the beauty and shine in a bike and the time I’ve had with the bike lately has been spent riding it, not cleaning it.

Yikes!

Others have done better than I and I’ve had fun taking pictures of bikes the last couple weeks. Billy has been riding this 2003 Road King for 9 years.

  

  

Not all of my friends ride HDs but many of them do.

  

  

Another friend recently bought this bike and he finally has it back on the road after some repairs and upgrades. Check out the Sharkey’s sign reflected in the pipe.

  

Sharkey’s is a locally owned restaurant and bar, and at any given time, especially in the evening and on weekends, a line of bikes can usually be seen.  http://www.sharkeyswingandribjoint.com/

  

A couple of the pictures that follow were taken with my cell phone camera and while they are not great photos, they do show how bikers work to make their machines look unique.

    

I love the combination of black and chrome …

  

But the colors are pretty too.

 

   

There’s something about that line of bikes that I love to shoot, whether parked in front of a beverage establishment …

… or riding down the road.

So until next time … Ride Safe and Have Fun!

I know I sure will!

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My Love Affair with Basil

The property I live on is a little over one half of an acre in size, much of it is tree covered and that is exactly why I bought it.  Prior to moving here, Andrew and I lived on 5 acres of land in Richmond, and I did not want to move from what seemed like living in the woods to a traditional neighborhood.  I have plenty of privacy, the property is boarded by two utility easements and in the summer, I can not see any other houses from my front or back porch.  The only drawback to living in the woods is that much of the property is shaded and will not support a garden.

I’ve never had a garden before.  Frequent moves, parenting my child alone while working full time and attending graduate school, and too much civic involvement prohibited me from having a garden.  If  I were to be very honest though, I would have to admit that I’ve never been a gardener.  If I had truly wanted fresh vegetables, I am sure I would have found a way.  My sister Liz and brother in law Eddie, have a plot in a community garden near their home.  I am sure I could have done the same if I’d been motivated.

But I never was … until I fell in love with Basil.

I think that love affair began at Sal’s Italian Restaurant and Pizzeria in Radford (http://www.salsrestaurants.com/radford/welcome).  My favorite antipasto is their Alla Capresa – fresh tomatoes and mozzarella, drenched in garlic and olive oil, and basil – and lots of fresh bread with which to dredge up the garlic  saturated olive oil.   (The picture that follows is not one that I took and it is not from Sal’s menu).

I soon realized that I had to have this amazing deliciousness much more often than I could afford, either calorically or financially, to get from Sal’s.  Thanks to good friends like Cindy, Liz and Kate, all of whom have amazing gardens, I was able to come home with a ziplock baggie full of basil leaves every so often and I began to make my own version of Alla Capresa.  Soon, the occasional ziplock baggie was just not enough.

So I bought a basil plant to put outside on my patio.  Two things kept it from growing well.  One is the aforementioned lack of sun and two is the abundance of wildlife.  Whether it was by ground hogs or rabbits, the plant was nibbled on frequently, it looked pitiful and only offered a few leaves, certainly not enough to keep up with my needs.  I too was an impediment.  I learned that the way I was pulling the leaves off the plant was keeping it from growing well and producing more leaves.

This year I have been in basil heaven!  I bought two nice plants at a nursery in Floyd County and put a small fence around them to discourage the critters.  Once Kate taught me how to correctly pick the leaves, I have had a steady source to feed my need.  In addition to my own two little plants, Kate and Bob gave me a container garden for my birthday, complete with a Basil, Parsley and Tomato plant! I have mothered these plants all summer and thoroughly enjoyed it, all the while gladly accepting those baggies full from Kate.

Almost every day this summer, I have taken my version of a caprese salad to work with me.  I forgo the garlic for the sake of my patients, and substitute it with plenty of pepper and a bit of salt.  And when I haven’t denuded the plants too badly, I make pesto.  I eat pesto on pasta, and use it in a wonderful baked chicken dish.  I freeze pesto to add to soups (or to thaw and eat with sandwiches) and I add it to my tomato and mozarella for dinner.  Kalyn’s Kitchen has been a great resource for preparing, cooking with and freezing basil (http://www.kalynskitchen.com/).

Recently, Donna really stepped up my game by bringing me her basil plant! After spending the summer in SWVA it was time for her to head back home to Florida and she decided I was the perfect adoptive parent for the large plant pictured below.  It is truly gorgeous!   Beautiful in color with huge leaves, just waiting for my eager hands to pluck.

So tonight, in anticipation of having my niece and nephew over for dinner on Thursday, I made pesto.  I washed and laid the leaves out to dry.

  

While waiting for the leaves to finish drying, I lightly toasted some hazelnuts.  I’ve used pine nuts in the past but in addition to having none in the house, they are far too pricey.  I was out of walnuts, but did have a choice of hazelnuts, pecans and almonds in the cabinet.  A little online searching revealed that others have used hazelnuts, so I decided to do the same.

A few cloves of garlic, a good bit of parmesan cheese, some salt and pepper, lots of olive oil, and I was ready for the food processor.

The wine?  Self-explanatory!

  

Mine                                                                                              Kalyn’s

Mine is just not as pretty as Kalyn’s … but the taste is good and it sure makes me happy.

I’m a far better baker than I am a cook and I am definitely one who needs to follow a recipe.  I wish I had more of a gift for cooking, like my mother and many of my friends, but the end product still tastes pretty darn good to me.  Just put a little more olive oil on some angel hair pasta, add some pesto, pour another glass of wine and enjoy.