Ride for Veterans

Cycling and anything that keeps the wheels turning. Marine veteran remembering the time I served as well as looking to help others.

Actions speak louder than words.

Would a handful of coins change your life?

4569457286_949974130a_m_answer_6_xlargePeople do this all the time. Someone on the streets walks up and begs for your spare change. Instead of talking with them and seeing if there are ways to help, you pacify their request with less than most people pay for a coffee.

Imagine that time in your life when you hit rock bottom or came dangerously close. Having no one to turn to and no way out, being completely on your own.21166-The-Worst-Time-Of-Your-Life Would a handful of change or several handfuls over the week rescue you? Does it even come close to bringing back what you once had?

Last month was pretty hectic, work related fun, giving me little time to get out there and pedal the roads. I did however get the opportunity to dawn a pair of spandex and circle around downtown Orlando last week. Managed to ride in the path of a shelter of some sort handing out plates of food. There was a line of people, men women and children all waiting their turn. Immediate thoughts turned to the efforts going to feed the homeless veterans for Thanksgiving and how little of a gesture it’ll be, not realizing the problem was much larger. Good starting point.


We’re asking for people out there to do more. Spare an hour to volunteer to help in your community. Do more than discard of a handful of change and forget about the problem. Hell you may even end up meeting someone that could change your life! The Ride for Veterans is continuing to grow and each new person yields a helping hand. Whether that’s sharing this blog with others, offering to cook some of the food or great ideas on how to get more each extra person makes this effort stronger.

Thanksgiving Day is right around the corner and we’re continuing to collect donations and help from people that choose to do so. The next project is going to be “Warmth For Christmas.” A project that’s still on the drawing board, but is carrying a lot of fire behind it. We want to get out there and provide as many of the homeless with a blanket, gloves, a hat and coat. 7845_2Shelter isn’t always and option for some of them. If possible we would like to also provide a Christmas meal to be shared with some of the shelters in the area. Research will be done to figure out which ones would be best suited for the project. To get a closer look at what life is like in one of these shelters click over to my friend Ronnie’s blog.


Change helps to provide a meal for someone or to buy much needed items, but it doesn’t live up to it’s name. A helping hand, a voice, a force strong enough to care is what’s needed.


If you’d like to join us and actually help people out of their situations let us know. It’ll only cost you time and love.



Homeless Veterans’ Thanksgiving 2014. (I’ll need your help.) Pt.2

It hasn’t even been 24 hours yet and the support I’m receiving for this project is motivating!



I thought I was going to have a few days to get myself back into prime riding condition, but apparently there are a few generous people out there that would like to speed that process up! I don’t mind as long as help for these veterans is in the works.



As I stated in the first post, I’ll be riding 1 mile for every $2 donated. After riding 15 today I still owe all of you 35 miles to be caught up with the contributions, Hopefully I’ll be able to ride the needed miles prior to Thanksgiving. Anyone out there want to make that a challenging task? For proof purposes I have my miles tracked via Strava, shown below.

Colombia’s Cycling Team New Vag Style. Cycling News.

Colombia’s Female Cycling Team Have Adopted A New Uhm Look.

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The female cycling team that is sponsored by the city of Bogota is causing quite a stir in the waves of the Internet. From a glance these women appear to be riding with their midsections breezing in the wind, however the color of the fabric is set to match the riders giving the appearance of nudity. Some are calling it a “genital disaster!”

A lot of questions as to why this team would sanction such a bold look. So far from what I can gather is that it was a design mistake by a member of the team. Not sure if they’ll end up changing it or keep enjoying all the attention they’re getting from it.

Not sure what prompted this move, but it’s absolutely making stuff stand up and take notice. From time to time I  the Internet in search of my new favorite cycling jersey or gear. I have to say though if this is a publicity stunt by the team it seems to be gaining a lot of attention.

Personally I like that this team is making people talk about cycling. Maybe it could lead to a greater number of people out there on two wheels. Wouldn’t that piss off a lot of drivers out there?

Although many are applauding this risky change in attire there are a lot in the cycling community throughout the world that find this design to be disgusting and an insult to the sport of cycling.

A couple of my favorite jerseys.


Organization dedicated to helping veterans with PTSD through cycling.

Organization dedicated to helping veterans with PTSD through cycling.


Gas-less jersey. Many MPGs

Gas-less jersey. Many MPGs



I have a few others I take pride in but nothing as extreme as the female team from Colombia. Let me know what you think down below. I’m sure there are going to be a lot of objections.


A day in the life of Rascal. Evil cat syndrome.

It’s been a long day and I have nothing to post about. Therefore this one will be dictated by The V Complex writer’s cat and transcribed by me.

I'm killing you with my brain.

I’m killing you with my brain.


Hello humans! I usually don’t spend too much time on the internet unless I need to build a weapon of some sort. I’ve been living at this new place in Orlando for a couple months now and I have to say it’s pretty nice. I’ve got the whole place to myself and I don’t have to worry about other cats stealing my toys. Although I’m sure they miss the hell out of me.

Lately I’ve been spending time pissing off my roommates, haha especially when they’re trying to sleep. My favorite game is called, “What the hell did you knock over now?” The rules are: once they go to bed I’ll pick a room at random then knock something onto the floor :D. First one to come out and see what it was wins! They pretend to be mad at me, but I know they’re just staying in character. A few of my favorites include anything in Jason’s bathroom or off the kitchen counter. I get bonus points if I can push these items into the trash can!

Sometimes their inhuman treatment of me makes me take matters into my own hands. For instance a few days ago they were partaking in a nice cold beverage while playing on their internet boxes. Neither of them asked if I would like some and I found that to be very rude. While Jason was zoned out like a zombie I figured I would sample his drink with my paw. Turns out it was sprite.


My feud with squirrels. Squirrel


This new place came with a sweet patio that is basically there for my enjoyment. One problem I encountered while sitting out there one day was the harassing squirrels that climb the tree in front of the patio. I can’t use my brain killing powers on them and they know it. They climb up this tree and constantly make faces at me! I’m getting sick of it. I’m thinking of using my Twitter account to ask for other cats guidance on this one. Also follow me on twitter or I’ll scratch you in an undesirable location! Anyways, the squirrels have caused enough problems for me and if I ever meet one face to face I’m going to punch it.


Working on my psychic abilities.


As of right now I feel like Sheldon. I’m certain that one day I’ll have the power to control their every move. This is just a working theory, but the two of them get frequent headaches and that tends to happen after I’ve crouched down and really concentrated. This is thwarted by my drug addiction. . .yeah I’m admitting it. That’s the first step right?! You can’t blame me though, Victoria is the one who usually reaches into the catnip bag and pulls out my fix. They’re continuing to turn me into a monster! HALP!

I have to go now. I need to get as much sleep as I can before they get home in a few hours. I have what I want to knock over already planned out in my daily journal. I will now dream of exploding heads.

What no one tells you about turning 21 in the Marines. (Blogapalooz-hour 4)

I have just been challenged by Hype Orlando to write about what no one tells you..

To be honest at first I had a complete brain fart as to what to write about. My first instinct was going to tell others about cycling, but nothing came to mind. Instead I’ll share from my past. I spent 8 years in the Marines and I have many many stories to share that I never do.


When the average person talks to me about deployments they have these preconceived notions about what it must have been like. I blame this on the media or movies that is fed to the general public. They want to hear about gun fights or explosions. About all the dangerous situations that Marines go through during war. This is not one of those stories.


The first thing I usually describe to people about Japan was that I turned 21 years old in Okinawa. I remember the first part of the night, but the rest of it was retold by my friends and pieced together later. . The night started early, as soon as we felt it appropriate we left the base and headed out into a little town called Kinville. Or as many have dubbed it, “Sinville.” This place had everything to get a young Marine into some trouble if they so decided to indulge. If you didn’t like the bar you were in you could walk another 10-15 feet and be in another one.

Entrance to Kinville.

Entrance to Kinville.

Kinville knew how Marines behaved and how to exploit them a big chunk of their paychecks. The mixed drinks like jack and coke were cheap $2.00 a glass, but the beer that we were used to drinking in the states came at around $4.00 a bottle. Didn’t take long before we all switched to the cheaper option when we went out. A handful of the bars also included girls for um company? Usually sent in from the Philippines to dance around on stage and flirt with service members to drain their wallets. Ask anyone who’s been there about the taco rice and cheese dish. A great late night snack in between drinking. Actually looking back I’m not sure if the food was fantastic or if we were just drunk off our asses and didn’t care.shots-9

Anyway back to my 21st birthday. We started out taking shots and washing them down with either jack and cokes or rum. It felt great to be able to drink and not have to worry about getting caught for underage consumption. We went from bar to bar announcing to everyone that I was now legal to get hammered. Drinks started coming from all directions. Almost like a challenge to see how plastered I could become. The night became blurry as we entered an establishment known as “East Coast.” This was usually the bar most of us went to towards the end of the evening to meet up with other Marines.

East coast bar

East coast bar

I could barely stand at this point. I went up to people I’ve never met and forced my way into their conversations. I have no idea about the topics, but it was fun. Now at this bar they had a potent mix called the “Rainbow shot.” Supposedly so strong and dangerous that it had to be taken at the bar. Trying to walk around would get you into trouble and probably thrown out. They lit the shot on fire for me and said to blow it out and drink it. I can’t recall taking the shot, but I do remember blowing out the flame. Then I time traveled and woke up the next morning in my bed.

What I don’t remember. . .I did in fact take the shot. My friends cheered me on while I made a horrible face. I turned away from the bar and went back to the table of random strangers I was talking to previously in the night. Picked up someones beer from the table and chugged it. Bad move apparently because I was stumbled the best I could to the bathrooms and began to throw up. Not sure why this bar had a shower stall in the bathroom, either way that is where I decided to project all of my stomach contents. I left the bathroom and noticed the bar was still pretty packed. I couldn’t find anyone that I recognize so I headed for the stairs. That’s right this evil bar was on the second floor so getting back to the street was a challenge. Gracefully I rolled down the stairs and back onto the sidewalk.images

I met up with a couple friends and stumbled into a wall explaining what just happened at the bar. They weren’t too interested in hearing the rest of the story. Instead they wanted that last bite to eat before heading back to base. They walked behind me as we neared the front gate of base. I kept rambling about not wanting to get in trouble with the gate guards. I could barely stand, falling off the sidewalk and playing pinball with the sides of buildings. The challenge finally presented itself. I was staring across the road at the main gate to base. I let my friends know not to go across with me so they wouldn’t get in trouble with me.

By some miracle I began with one foot in front of the other across the road appearing to be completely sober and level headed. Not sure how it happened to this day. To everyone around me including the guards, nothing seemed to be wrong with me. I could have passed a field sobriety test with flying colors. I held out my military ID and waited for them to wave me through to the other side. I did it!

Once I reached the other side of the gate and was out of view of the guards I fell into a bush. Friends of mine said it took me a couple minutes to regain my motor skills enough to walk the last quarter mile to the barracks. We lived on the fourth floor of the barracks and instead of taking the elevator my brain at the time picked the stairs. If I could find the picture taken of me that night I would share it, but its been years since I’ve seen it. I almost made it! I lay there in the hallway passed out on the floor with my hand on my room keys. My room keys were inside the lock, my body lay stretched out. Thankfully someone was nice enough to see me and finished opening the door for me so I could get into my room.

The barracks...I believe it was one of those bushes in the distance...

The barracks…I believe it was one of those bushes in the distance…

I woke up the next morning afraid to move. After the black out night I thought I would have this incredible hangover. This was not the case. I must have downed enough alcohol to skip right past the hangover stage. In the fridge was some leftover taco rice and cheese that I ate all of. I never threw up that morning and was free from any headaches. Instead i was treated to the stories of last night. My friends are a bunch of asses.

A few of the Marines that got me hammered that night.

A few of the Marines that got me hammered that night.