RIP Steve Tilford

My husband follows only one blog. Steve Tilfords.  Why?  Because cycling is his passion.  He’s been riding bikes since he could walk, so Steve Tilford’s blog was right up his alley.

My husband knows I blog and on some occasions he will read my blogs, but generally speaking, he doesn’t follow them. At one time and in his younger days, my husband was an avid cyclist. He cycled in many San Diego competitions, belonged to riding groups, that toured both in and out of state. We’ve earned our living selling cycling gear and equipment, so in light of that, cyclists mean a great deal to us.

So it was devastating to him to learn, when he got home, the news.  So I am passing it on. I know many of you may not be into cycling, some are, but no matter.  I’m sharing this because he was also a fellow blogger.

In my husbands words…

“This guy was a contemporary of mine though attaining a much much higher level of cycling success than I ever knew.  Never met him but felt like I knew him a bit through his almost daily blog which was the only blog I read regularly.  The guy really lived life to the fullest on his own terms.  Reminds me of a line from a song…”Life is short and filled with stuff”.  His life sure was.”

So on behalf of my husband, cyclists and bloggers, I would like to dedicate this post to Steve Tilford, the only blogger my husband ever followed, for the passion they shared in cycling.

http://stevetilford.com/2017/04/05/bad-news/

https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/early-lead/wp/2017/04/05/cycling-champion-steve-tilford-killed-in-car-crash-near-utah-colorado-line/

I’ve driven that stretch of road and know that it is the end of a long boring stretch through Utah. Grand Junction would have been a logical place to stop to rest, but they were just shy of reaching that destination, in fact only minutes away.

I’m guessing all parties had been driving a long time and were tired and I imagine their reaction time may have been impaired and contributed to this fatality.

Deseret News of Utah states:

Tilford’s last entry on his blog was on Tuesday.

“Heading East. Kind of later than I had thought, but that is a good thing. Little short of time. I’m going through Las Vegas to drop off some stuff to a friend. … Then to St. George, Utah. Vincent has some work there, so he was trying to catch up.”

From San Diego to Grand Junction, that is an approximately 15 hour drive. My guess is they would have tried to make Denver that night, which is another 3-4 hours away.

So sad.

Silence

SILENCE is the one thing I miss having moved from a small town to a big city. Actually our town is only a suburb in the outlying county of a big city.

But still, the hum of cars is constant.

I remember when we first considered moving to Colorado and we looked through the town of Grand Junction perusing possible homes to purchase. We were out at the base of The Monument, a state park that was almost a carbon copy of the Grand Canyon, only on a smaller scale. Beautiful red rock spires and canyons were hard to resist despite the fact that we were told not to buy too close to it because in winter you’d lose daylight and days would be even shorter.the-monument

None the less, here we were checking out the area and saw this country home with a “for sale” sign in front and decided to stop and got out of the car and see. I remember my oldest daughter jumping out right behind me and as I’m walking across the street, she says “Listen”.

Well, I did, but I was entranced by its peacefulness, so what does she want me to hear?

I look back at her perplexed.

Quietly I say, “What?”

She says, “Nothing! It is so quiet.”

She was right. Maybe a bird here and there, but overall SILENCE.

Coming from California where there was nothing but constant noise, it was a novelty to us. In Urban areas and big cities its not surprising that noise is something people become accustomed to and are not even aware of. Here? Nothing.

In Alabama, the same thing. Daddy’s farm, our little house in town even.

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Our sweet house in Attalla.

But even so, there are sounds around us everywhere that we become immune to. It’s like the time we had a tornado blow through Attalla, Alabama one night.  Now Attalla is a quiet little town. Not much noise there, but after the tornado came through, destroyed the house on the corner and blew all the power boxes out, SILENCE.

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We thought our place was quiet. Imagine how surprised we were at how much racket the hum of our appliances made and now there’s not a sound? Who’d a thought?  We actually all loved it.

 

The house had an apartment conversion upstairs where my sister lived, but she’d often come down and we’d eat pizza watch NCIS together. We still got together but instead of TV, we played games by candlelight and went to bed early, but best of all we were all talking to one another.

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By headlamp, flashlight and candlelight, we played Scrabble.  It was the best three days ever.