First from Jody:
What can I say about Paul and his love for bikes? When I first met Paul back in 1999, he was so excited to introduce me to the world of cycling. I was already a runner so he was convinced I would love it. He even purchased us matching yellow GIANT road bikes. He was right…I fell in love with cycling. So many miles were eaten up by us on those bikes. We fell into a heady life of running, riding, riding and riding. We married and our garage was filled with our bikes…that never changed. Eventually Paul had a hankering to try out recumbent bikes. He seemed fascinated with them. I still remember the day he rode his first recumbent bike…a yellow Bachetta. He took to it easily and was tooling around the bike store parking lot with ease. He inspired me to get a recumbent trike and for a couple of years, I was loving my trike and he was loving his recumbent bike….Then….CRUZBIKES….he was so excited to try this wonderful new contraption. It was a love affair from the start and he never looked back. First the Q45, then the S40 and finally the V20c. He was in heaven….After every ride, he would look at me…there would be a dramatic pause….and he would say….I love my bike. I would nod and he would go about his business. He so loved the Cruzbike retreats and told me stories and stories about his adventures.
Now that he has passed, I am reminded of his love for cycling every time I put my foot into a cleat. He is with me on every ride. I know that he is flying above me, waiting for the end of the ride to look over and tell me with a huge smile …I love my bike.
From the Tribe:
Paul was a great man and loved by all (he is on the far right in the photo). He spread a sense of youthful exuberance and joy wherever he went. Little did most people know that Paul had stage 4 metastatic melanoma cancer. We all loved to be around him, and knowing him made our lives a little better.
At the end of March 2023, he posted this to Facebook:
Paul loved to write poems. Here is one he crafted shortly after the BRAG 2022 event, where he rode his Red V20C with about 20 of his Cruzbike friends:
So here we were in 2022
From as far away as Missouri or Katmandu
Well maybe not that far but it was a drag
driving from my house to the beginning of BRAG
It turned out to be well worth the long drive
Because a trip like this makes you feel so alive
riding on bikes that soar down the road or gravelly lane
This fun and excitement keep one from going insane
I annoyed poor Rick and made Maria pay for a cone
Surrounded by friends, one was never alone
So lets get started and talk about each day
As we mounted our Cruzbikes and biked away
Before we started, some made a bit of a fuss
When Larry and others had troubles on the bus
A four-hour trip ended up lasting many hours.
Honestly, it would have left my mood quite sour
Then Ken found out those camping indoors had no bed
With no mattress of his own, ‘Go get one’ I said
But Karen was prepared, as she brought her own camper
She would do an out and back on her bike she would scamper
On our first day, we twisted and turned all over the place
Maria Rick and others took the wrong turn, and the route they took was misplaced.
They were just making a donut run, which is what they said
Nope, just a leader whose group members were misled.
The next day, the hills were not too hard to find
But my new V20C did not seem to mind
I passed many uprights going up each hill
And scream past them downhill Oh, what a thrill!
We stopped in a town that packaged peaches and ice cream
Bikes, fun folks, a cute town—we were living the dream
Eric the boy wonder or should I say the man intern
They followed us with ice and well wishes at every turn
Several of us ate at a nice restaurant in town
After dilly-dallying awhile, the rain came pouring down
We got back to camp and it was a mucky mess
But on a week-long bike trip, one would expect nothing less
Angela lost her voice for a while
All she could do was nod yes or no with a smile
She was the only one who brought a Q45
A neon yellow bike with colorful signs, she did ride
I tagged along with Jeff and Robert most of the time
When Robert decided to do a 180 on the tarmac of grime
It scared me so bad I figured it out when I stopped and looked around
That poor Robert would be plastered askew on the ground
But he popped up from the fall like this was no big deal
It was not like he had just managed a stunt that sent him reeling.
His bike did suffer from this calamitous feat
As his wheel was bent and the spokes did not meet
Fortunately, Jim had a backup plan, as there was the T50
Its not built for speed but both Eric and Robert thought it was nifty
It may not be the fastest of the Cruzbike set
But it proved to ride well, and expectations were met
On one of our rides, we got to see a lettuce farm
No dirt used; only water does the environment any harm
Great big leafy lettuce being grown in a building of heat
Get me some blue cheese dressing; it is time to eat!
On the last day of our rides, Jeff and I joined a fast pace line
I jumped in behind David Barbara and Maria, and it was fine
A group of V20's were scooting at high speeds, passing all in sight
I could not stifle my smile, try as I might
Then icing on the cake after we all finish our tour
Larry goes and breaks a record—a huge effort, I am sure
So BIG thanks for the chips, drinks, and camaraderie
Jim, Maria, Eric, and Robert, you made it the best for me!
Rest in peace, Paul. It was an honor to share these moments with you!