Oh man, I have been riding with Quenton for a long time. I started the flag in Michigan. Then took it to Florida for a week. Back to Michigan and then to Texas for a long weekend. Now back in Michigan—enough is enough! The weather is beautiful, I’m outside at my home, time to git-er-done!

I do not know why I have kept this flag so long. There are a bunch behind it ready to go, and I have well over 100 miles on it. I do not know Quenton at all and therefore have no direct connection. And I’m not procrastinating. I just kept riding.

I also do not know why I choose today to take the picture and write the post. I actually have a lot going on this week, so it is not convenient. I have not heard that Quenton needs a boost right now. And I plan to do more and more riding in the days to come.

Quenton, my only answer to why not sooner and why now is divine intervention, or what my Mom calls a God Nudge. I do not know much about prostate cancer, but I do know any cancer is scary. And every cold or weird feeling turned into “Is that cancer?” I bet you wish fighting cancer was like your time in the military - where most of your day and to do list is prescribed and if you followed this rules you survived and moved up. But as you know better than most, cancer does not care about the rules.

My Mom likes to think about PacMan running around in my body eating all the cancer cells. While riding for you for months and hundreds of miles I visualized a mini-M60a3 battle tank running around your system blasting every cancer cell. Just like you used to do in the tank you commanded.

SHINE!
The Road Rider