Travel Companion

I spent a little time with Jen this morning, she stopped by the house to drop something off and I got to show her some of the pictures I have in my archive of Scott and me in the various trips we’ve taken together over the years; So I figured I’d share some of the highlights of our adventures with you.

Over the years we’ve traveled all over the place – me much less than him – but I managed to either drag  him along on one or two of my trips or he has coerced me (hardly) into heading out on one of his. We’ve been out west and ridden in Colorado and Utah. We’ve headed south to ride epic single track in North Carolina. Most recently we headed north to Vermont to take Ari and Marie to the Little Bellas MTB Camp, and in between we’ve gone on a myriad of “couple of hour” long trips to ride around our region.

Since he moved to Monticello our outings became less frequent, but I still managed to head down there for one reason or another – to either goof around in the lake, build Saint Margaret a step in the front of the house, or to simply ride Walnut Creek.

The trips always revolved around cycling, but it just wasn’t all about that. In Colorado he managed to reconnect with some old friends and introduced me to some new ones. In North Carolina we spent some great times with Tony, Kevin and Christina; We fired of some rounds and ate some amazing pulled pork. In Vermont he dragged me into the Ben & Jerrys Factory (how could I resist) and yet again introduced me to a slew of new friends.

But arguably, the best and most memorable trip I ever went on with Scud was the voyage we took together, along with 9 other friends, to Peru. That trip meant quite a bit to me because after years of telling him about my homeland I finally got to show him first hand where I grew up.

We spent a little time in Lima, then 10 days riding in Cuzco, and another 4 just chilling back in Lima with my family. We literally spent every waking moment together for 15 days and had a blast. We biked and then biked some more; We ate, and then we ate some more, and then we literally soared over Miraflores on my cousin’s Paragliders.

I wrote a blog post on my cycling site detailing the trip, but here are some of the memorable moments from our time down there:

  1. Arriving in Lima and having a driver holding out a board with our names on it. Kim was stoked about it – the trip could have ended for her right there and she would have been happy.
  2. Scott starting to drink Inca Kola and not stopping until we left – he likes it…
  3. Putting together our bikes and heading out to Panchitas for a way to extravagant dinner – despite the fact we were getting picked up at 4:00 am for Olleros.
  4. Riding Olleros and Scott proclaiming it was the best ride ever!
  5. Re-packing the bikes and heading out to Cuzco on Peru Air. I don’t know what Scott said to the counter guy, but we did not get charged for flying our bikes
  6. Arriving in Cuzco and being greeted by a Scottish Guide – Scott was like say what?!? Dougie turned out to be a gem; Scott immediately put him on the spot: “I just rode the best trail ever yesterday; you better have something good for us in store…” Dougie: “Don’t worry mate – we have a wee bit good riding here…”
  7. Riding Maras, Moray and Scott posing with his shirt open – we urged him to please just zip it.
  8. Riding Huchuy Qosqo and Scott proclaiming it was the best ride ever!
  9. Going to Machu Picchu and then walking down to Aguas Calientes (no longer called that BTW) and Scott ordering a Tuna Pizza; I was like: “dude – you’re going to get sick – I can’t imagine that tuna is fresh…” Scott got sick.
  10. Riding in the vomit bus from Ollantaytambo to Urubamba – the short drive took nearly thrice as long for all the vomit stops.
  11. Heading back to Lima and meeting my brother and spending three days in the company of my parents, sister and niece with Uncle Scott and Mikey;
  12. Finally flying over Miraflores on the Paragliders of Aeroxtreme, my cousin’s outfit.

Those two weeks simply flew by – and before we knew it we were on our way home and planning the next adventure.

Scud’s Courage

As Director of Referees for Prince William Soccer, Inc. (PWSI), I saw the team SCUD’S COURAGE warming up to play in their championship game on Saturday. I looked to round up a couple of players for a picture and soon was being photographed with the entire team.

PWSI’s teams are called COURAGE and it was a perfect fit that this team married both the Scud and Courage names. Scott’s grandson, Kyle, plays on this team (pictured back right – next to me, I have my arm over his shoulder). I told him I was going to visit his grandfather on Monday.

Scud's Courage

Scud’s Courage

On Monday (Nov 4) I went to Kessler. Margaret and I spent 10-15 minutes talking before going into see Scott. I learned he had a rough day on Sunday. Spinal cord injuries are complex and recovery is long. One should not picture him feeling great every day eating ice cream and watching TV. His body is still going through hell adjusting to his accident six weeks ago. It has been a roller coaster for him and will probably continue that way for a while.

Scott was in physical therapy, as he is every weekday, so I got to see him in his workout environment. He greeted me with a smile. His voice sounded great! We had just a typical conversation. He wanted to know what I had been up to and I wanted to know how he was doing.

We talked about his rehab and his physical therapist, Barbara, jumped right in with the conversation. When she remarked about his voice he broke out in tune, pretty loudly, “LA, LA, LA, LA, LA LA LA LA” up and down the scale, loud enough that a number of people turned and looked. Well, those people would be other physical therapists.

In this wing of the center were perhaps 30 patients, all working with therapists. And all are in pretty difficult situations. Scott pointed out a young man who was a motorcyclist and mountain biker. From Cumberland, Maryland. They rode many of the same trails.

Scott paused, reflecting, said he was lucky. He pointed out some people worse off than he was and mentioned the third floor was for patients like him — but with brain damage. He stated that he has his complete memory of his entire life.

Barbara moved Scott’s legs. Then she moved his arms. She suspended them midair on ropes and I made some “carnival music” since he looked like her marionette. He laughed. Barb’s ID has a sticker on it – Team SCUD. Another therapist, Rachel, came over, and Scott gave her a sticker. “You are now a member of Team SCUD.” I think he’s determined to make every staffer at Kessler part of Team SCUD.

Scott’s attitude is amazing. Knowing him you know it will get him through anything. But it doesn’t mean it will be easy or without setbacks. As he was telling me about this bicycle he can use at Kessler, Barbara broke the bad news to him. His blood pressure is not yet stable enough to allow him to use the bike. Scott said dejectedly “we chose this facility (in part) to use the bike.” I am thinking that in time his BP will stabilize and they will add this to rehabilitation routine. I know Scott is looking forward to it.

As I was getting ready to leave they had Scott maneuver his wheelchair over to a special rehab bed. Not sure it’s a “puffer” device – Margaret said this unit alone costs $5,000 – but he used his mouth/lips to drive the wheelchair. But it’s still tethered to the ventilator so he can’t go far until he gets a unit mounted on his wheelchair.

We didn’t talk about food but we know from Facebook that Scott recently had Navy bean soup, baked ziti, spinach, peaches and ice cream. So he’s eating some now but I understand still has a feeding tube.

We had a good visit and I look forward to my next visit. As I left he proudly told me that PWSI has approved Kyle’s team to wear those uniforms next season too. I’m happy that throughout the spring soccer season when I’m out on the fields I’ll always be reminded of Scud’s Courage.

Scout Camp Rides with Scud!

There’s nothing better than a mountain bike ride with friends on a crisp Fall afternoon with the backdrop of colorful leaves and beautiful blue skies.

Sunday afternoon’s Scout Camp Ride with Scud was exactly that as 40+ mountain bikers came out to celebrate Fall and help support our friend, Scud. Many know and have known Scud for a very long time while others know only that he was and continues to be instrumental in improving mountain biking for everyone in the NOVA and Richmond regions.

We Ride With Scud

We keep you in our hearts and minds every day and bring you with us on every ride. Just a glance at our Ride With Scud wristbands brings a smile and laugh but more importantly, hope and prayers that your recovery is and will continue to bolster your body and spirit.

Kessler will never be the same… shake them up, challenge them to challenge you!

Scott to Scud, Long ago & Far away!

Fletcher here, I know Scott may claim the “Fifth Dimension or Diplomatic Immunity” or something like that but here it goes:

Since this goes back away I may need help of the Tribal Elders, B, Hero, Wes, Dan, Karen, Mark, Larry, Bob, Vince, etc.

Bullets: know a lot of you but have been gone from MORE and NO VA since ’99, in ATL GA.

  • Saw an ad in Dirt Rag from a fellow I refer to as Mr. B. wanting to ride MTB’s near C’Ville, hooked up and the group grew. This was in the early ‘90’s I had an ’89 Fisher with chain stay mounted brakes, still have it, any of you folks seen thumb shifters? WTB Phoenix has thumb shifters as well, steel is real!
  • Let’s start a club! The bike shop in C’Ville and Performance at the circle had us with open arms.
  • Remember this? Ringle, Cook Brothers, Fat Chance, Anodized parts, (blue, purple, etc?) Thomson (my home town, Macon) Cane Creek (Fletcher, NC)
  • Dirt Fest? Put on by Dirt Rag somewhere in PA, Way before Jim Thorpe
  • Slatyfork, way before 24 hrs
  • Scud, Ambassador, Met him as an amateur football player wanting to ride ATB’s many years ago! 17 plus? What a guy, Margaret too! Many a mile, many a log on a campfire, many fries and wings many a beer, many a fib, many a laugh
  • I am fortunate you are a part of my life and everyone else you have and will touch!
  • BTW-I think we called you “Scud” after a long range Russian missile in the early”90”S because we never knew where you would land.

That’s my story and I am sticking to it.

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Who is this guy?

Submitted by Jamie Beadle

Scud Rappels

Scud Rappels

Most of you know Scud through the biking ant tri communities, but a few of us are lucky enough to have gotten to know Scud when he embarked on one of his newer passions – Water Rescue and driving for our volunteer Rescue Squad.

Scott showed up at a meeting or two and a training or two, always with a million questions and wanting to learn and do MORE, MORE, MORE. At first, I didn’t know what to do with this, as Training Officer for the Water Rescue Team we take a gradual approach to training with new members absorbing things gradually. That simply did not cut it for Scud. Finally, I dug out a Swiftwater Rescue book about 300 pages long and told him to read it. Then, I put together a draft training plan and shared it with Scott for input – there he goes, always making people and organizations better!

Scott quickly became an important member of our team whose enthusiasm has led to a fast progression both in the water rescue skills and as a caring, compassionate and enthusiastic ambulance driver. Scud – you are sorely missed around the building!!!!!!!!!!

In the first three quarters of 2013 Scott was near the top of our Water Rescue team for attendance at trainings and those he missed were inevitably because he was off riding somewhere!

On the day of Scud’s accident, he called to try and talk me into going to a Swiftwater Conference outside of Asheville this coming weekend – who would ever imagine him trying to wrangle someone else into an adventure.

Scott – you will be with me on the river this weekend. From river searches to rapelling and rope work, to kayaking skills, to tending divers, to diving off the tallest wall at our quarry training site, Scott has excelled through his enthusiasm and natural aptitude. Plus, he made us Scudfries!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It has been my distinct pleasure to both coach and be coached by Scott (he helped my bike skills so that I could complete my first half iron) and I look forward to learing from him in this new challenge too.

We’ll see you soon buddy – every day, a little stronger.

Solstice Adventure

Submitted by Kevin Adams – aka Grasshopper

10 Days; 7 States; 11 Rides; 2 Important Lessons!

I’ve traveled with Scud to compete in many XTERRAs across the U.S. Most were to exotic locations in Florida, California, Utah, and Hawaii but the most interesting trip was the one we took in late June 2012 to Jamestown, North Dakota to compete in XTERRA Pipestem Creek.

North Dakota?

One of Scud’s goals is to ride his bike in every State and neither of us had been to North Dakota so we reached out to the race director in early 2012 and after a few emails decided what the heck. St. Margaret and Weezie, who were more than happy to get rid of us for 10 days, quickly gave us their blessings, and on June 17, 2012 we left Bethesda for Chicago and the first leg of our trip.

Great singletrack riding

Royalview trail

On the way to Chicago, we stopped off in Strongville, OH, right off I-80 to ride the grand opening of the Royalview trail (left) where we had 8.5 miles of smiles and whoops. There was a huge inaugural trail party going on but Chicago beckoned and thunderstorms in the area made my mind up and we continued non-stop with Scud complaining all the way to Chicago that I was starving him.
I worked in Chicago on Monday/Tuesday to pay for my part of the trip while Scud replenished the calories I had denied him by visiting Walker Brothers Pancakes across the street from our hotel–where he would order the Apple Cinnamon pancake. This island sized 4,000,000 calorie behemoth – and that’s before the French vanilla ice cream topping he ordered with it – took him almost an hour to consume.

Apple Pancakes

Apple Pancakes

Now that the trip was paid for, the real adventure began on Wednesday as we headed into Wisconsin, where I learned my 1st important lesson which goes something like this. My idea of a trip is to get to the destination in the quickest possible time. Scud’s idea of a trip is the journey and these two ideas clashed when Scud vehemently refused to pee in the empty Diet Coke bottle I handed to him when he said he needed us to stop. After a short argument, we exited at the German Haus Restaurant. I’m now a believer in the journey as we had the best fresh, ground hamburger ever and were entertained by the owner Rolf who has owned the Haus since 1959. Scud was in his element speaking German with Rolf and gobbling down the chow.

Levis-Trow Mound trail

Levis-Trow Mound trail

After that amazing lunch we stopped to ride the Levis-Trow Mound trail in northwestern Wisconsin where this picture was snapped seconds prior to Scud crashing…

…and then on Thursday we headed to Minnesota’s Iron Belt to check out the trails at the Cuyhuna Lakes IMBA Ride Center near Crosby. Unfortunately, a huge storm system came through the area on Wednesday night and the trails were closed until Scud talked the land manager into letting us ride one section that was not damaged and we spent a wonderful afternoon primarily swimming in the crystal clear ice cold strip mine lakes before arriving in Jamestown late that evening.

Swimming in the crystal clear ice cold strip mine lakes

Swimming in the crystal clear ice cold strip mine lakes

On Friday, we hooked up with the race director and helped him set up transition and pre-rode the course. We also swam the course and I was well in front of Scud because he wasn’t swimming straight. Perhaps this would be the first XTERRA where I would finally beat the master!

Transition 1

Transition 1

Race day dawned bright and warm and, when the gun went off, I swam the 500 meters across the lake faster than I had ever swum before. Unfortunately for me, the race director had buoys placed about every ten meters across the reservoir – because Scud complained that the reservoir was crooked, causing him not to swim straight. There was this tap-tap-tap on my shoulder after the 50 meter run on the other side and, when I turned around, there was Scud with that s#it eating grin of his. So, I swam back even faster than I swam across and exited the water with Scud at my side. I took a short cut and ran the quarter mile up the hill to transition like a man possessed and, for the first time ever, beat Scud out of T1.

Scud quickly passed me on the bike and was so annoyed that I beat him out of T1 that he also did the run faster than me – another first – and then for 9 long minutes stood at the finish line loudly trash talking about me until I finished. I learned my second lesson – modesty – albeit several months later. The lesson struck home when I did a race in Western South Dakota, 500 miles away, in August and someone come up to me asking “where’s your trash talking friend?” So by the time September rolled around and I finally beat Scud at XTERRA Nationals, I stood silently at the finish line, waiting for the master. When he crossed, we cried and hugged and he passed the torch declaring “it’s about time and I can now retire from XTERRA.” True to his word, Scud hasn’t competed in an XTERRA since.

After the XTERRA in North Dakota, Scud got us invited a cookout at the race director’s home where I got to meet XTERRA Pro Will Kelsey and his girlfriend Jennifer – who is an Aggie like me. I have no idea how late we stayed, but remember a lot of beer being involved.

The next day was the 30 mile poker relay ride over the prairie with dual hangovers and I happened to win best hand because Scud dropped a card and then I found the card lying on the course that gave me a straight flush and won a pair of $200 sunglasses!

By this time, Scud knows everyone in North Dakota and he convinces me to meet his new friend, Marc Olsen, only an hour out of our way back to St. Cloud, Minnesota where we were staying the night. I learned that an hour in North Dakota is 100 miles but, by this time, it’s all about the journey. Marc owns a 4,000 acre farm and the next thing you know Scud and I are in this house-sized tractor which Scud is driving around the farm as if he owns the place, scaring little children, animals, and me!

Scud Deere

Scud Deere

Monday found us riding one of my favorite trails at the Southern unit of Kettle-Moraine Forest in WI and then back to Vernon Hills, IL. Tuesday we headed over to Portage, IN to ride the Dark Side of Imagination Glen in the morning and on the way back to Vernon Hills that afternoon we stopped and rode the granddaddy of Chicago trails at Palos Heights for our 11th ride in 10 days.

Dark Side

Dark Side

By Wednesday morning when I dropped Scud off at Mitchell Field in Milwaukee we were already trying to figure out how we could talk our wives into letting us do this again.

I can’t wait Master Scud—because, as you taught me well, it’s all about the journey!

Respectfully submitted,

Master Scud

Master Scud

Classic Scud

Submitted by Wesley Smith

This is classic Scud.

It was a cool fall evening and we were on a night ride in Accotink. On a descent near the marshy area Scud lost control, crashed and landed off the trail on some baby head rocks. He was lying there moaning and trying to assess the damage. I noticed a small sign on the tree above him. I wiped off the dew and read the sign aloud, “Caution! Stay on trail-Copperhead den.” Scud made a miraculous recovery!

Stay strong and make another miraculous recovery!

Running Partner

Submitted by Howard Olsen

When Scott lived in Montclair we lived 10 minutes apart. I would be working away in my basement office and my cell phone would ring. On the screen, “Scud”. I’d answer and from the other end I would hear, “Well hello young man, what are you doing in an hour?” I’d say something smart assed like “working, I’m not retired like some people!” That would hold no water with him. Most of the time he would guilt me into getting off my ass and meeting him for a run or ride.

Around this time of year back in 2009 I videotaped a couple of minutes of a trail run we did in Prince William Forest Park on the North Valley trail (below). It’s bouncy and boring, but I’m glad this young man managed to get off his ass that day. And since the National Parks just reopened, I think I will go for a run on that same trail right now.