I know, you're probably thinking "So what, this is just some old
guy who happened to get introduced to the joy of riding at a late
age". While true, that isn't even half of the story. You see, Bob
has some minor defects that would have your average old man sitting
in his rocking chair watching re-runs of "Dragnet" all day long. To
get a better understanding of what I mean by defects, lets start at
the legs of this 6'6" tall old man. He has some sort of stupid
nerve damage and can't feel anything below his knees. When he
walks, he has to use a cane and wear these silly, Forest
Gump-looking shoe inserts to give his legs some stability. You
would think this alone would keep him from riding, but when he puts
on the boots, you would be suprised at how well they actually allow
him to hobble around.
Bob and son Dave
Moving on up to his back, we learn that Bob has had his share of
back fusion operations over the years. This translates into very
limited movement during everyday activities like bending over.
Whoops, wipe off that smile and forget I said that last line, Bob
wouldn't like it. Not to be outdone by his lower body, Bob also
carries a pacemaker in his chest region. This isn't the standard
type used by enduro racers for time keeping either! Isn't this just
the perfect candidate to spend the day riding the Black Diamond
trails with? With an image fresh in your mind, I bet you are
thinking Bob must ride one of those cool "Little Rascal"
handicapped, electric powered carts. Not quite, but you are very,
very close. Actually, he rides a 94 ATK 605 Electric Start thumper.
The bike is a true pig, complete with a custom, foot-long shifter
and rear brake lever. The finishing touch on the bike is the Bugs
Bunny and Taz sticker he has on his front number plate, placed
strategically below number 99. Although he has never told us, I am
guessing that 99 represents the age he plans on retiring?
Bigfoot eats dirt on an easy
trail!
Despite his few shortfalls, Bob is a damn good rider. He doesn't
pussyfoot around on the blue trails, but heads directly for the
Black Diamonds. He does have a modified riding style that includes
staying seated 95% of the time. The other five percent is usually
spent yelling out loud, just before taking a soil sample of the
ground. To compensate for this, Bob arms himself with some butt
pads, forearm pads, wrist supports, and a scarf. I offered him my
ice-hockey gear, but he graciously declined. As you can guess,
Bob's suit-up time before a ride is a bit longer than your average
rider. But, to watch the guy in action more than makes up for the
time delay. Despite all the protective gear, Bob still has an
occasional incident that requires medical attention. This seems to
happen about once a year, and so far the trend is holding up well.
A few years ago, he went down hard and broke his wrist. A few
months later, the pin was removed and he was back on the trails.
The next year, he fell into the side of a trail and ended up
rupturing a kidney. A few days of internal bleeding and intensive
care and he was ready to go again. Luckily, he didn't need to get
the kidney removed and was very relieved. He told me if the kidney
came out, he would have really had think about retiring from
riding. Now that is commitment!