Monday, September 29, 2014

Getting Crushed by a Juggernaut



Or if you prefer...



Originally, an "allegorical reference to the Hindu Ratha Yatra temple car, which apocryphally was reputed to crush devotees under its wheels"
...or a comic book villain. Any way you slice it, once you get them started, it's hard to stop them.

Yeah, that sounds like TREK alright.
 It seems that they have been drinking the Specialized Kool-Aid as of late
and suing anyone who uses the word "TREK," even their former team sponsor,
Subaru.


"Why?" You might be asking...

Well, mostly because they are dicks but also because, much like a dog, they MUST "trade mark" everything they see in order to show every other dog that 
"This is MINE!!"

Would ya look at that...a dog with two asses.

When I say they trade marked everything, I mean it.
Like non-alcoholic beverages...


Plus, "electric wrist watches" and "powders used in the preparation of sports drinks and energy drinks..."

Damn. There goes my chances of launching my new beverage line, "Jason's Own: Instant Non-Alcoholic Trekking Fuel."

Truth be told it was the "Off road all-terrain utility vehicles" part that got Subaru in trouble.
See, TREK believes that when you see this:

2013 Subaru Cross Trek

...you are going to confuse it with this:

TREK Domane

Proof:


I call bullshit. A typical TREK Madone says "TREK" on it no less than 12 times.
It's kind of hard to miss that.

I am pretty sure it is clear who makes this bicycle

Also, TREK is not exactly suffering, I mean, they are making a little over a half BILLION dollars a year selling you "new" stuff.
In fact, they spend around 15 MILLION on advertising every year. It's safe to say that a bicycle company who has that type of cash on hand is doing okay for themselves, and shouldn't be too worried about a car company taking business from them. Though there is likely a Venn diagram out there somewhere that shows that some people who ride a TREK also drive a Subaru, that would be as effective an argument as saying that some people who drink PBR also ride fixies. TREK was sure to use said argument however, saying that;

"Subaru is marketing and selling its services through
similar channels of trade and to identical or similar consumers as Trek--
persons that engage in outdoor recreational activities using utility vehicles." 

So people that ride mountain bikes also drive SUV-like automobiles? 
Imagine that.

Subaru did have a relationship with TREK in the before times and that is what is at issue here.

Whoops.

Now, I ain't no lawyer, but here are some thoughts:

It was not so much the fact that Subaru used the work "TREK" in the name of their car, mostly because the registered trade mark was in relation to the word "TREKKER" and therefore should not be arguable.
That said, TREK does indeed claim that the Subaru CROSSTREK logo is;

"confusingly similar in design and style to Trek’s logo 
as registered and used in connection with TREK business"

 
 However, it was the nature of their previous relationship which TREK takes as a violation of the trust the two companies had.
Though that trust came as a result of TREK honoring the original deal that Subaru had with Gary Fisher, when they purchased them in 2001.

So while you can argue that Subaru, in naming their car after a term for 
might have overlooked a potential issue, you could also argue that had TREK not bought Gary Fisher, everyone could still play together peacefully in the sandbox.

What kills me here is that I am positive that the two parties found
their arrangement mutually beneficial, and once that arrangement ended, the honeymoon was over. Like breaking up with a girl... You used to get along! You even used to share. Now, you have 24 hours to get your shit out of her house or she's calling the cops! From "girl I love" to "crazy bitch" in the time it takes to throw your mountain bike off her balcony.

I could go on about this for ever as the official docket is quite lengthy, but instead, You can read it for yourself by clicking HERE 

In summation I will say this, TREK may have a case, but after reading the whole thing I must say that it appears that they are reaching pretty far in a few areas. Subaru is being charged with 6 counts that are largely presumptuous. Unfortunately for Subaru, the "facts" are in, 
and that may give TREK a leg up as TREK is requesting a jury trial which may be beneficial to the party that is considered admired:



It is one thing to say that TREK is "well-established." That is, by definition a "fact," meaning, you can quantify it. But saying they are admired is a matter of opinion. Just ask Jared... 

 
 Clearly there is room for interpretation.



Friday, September 26, 2014

You Thought I Forgot About You?!

Yes, I know, it's Friday and I have yet to post for this week. Calm Down. 
There was a lot going on this week.



 To which I say, (in my best retro-grouchy voice) "big, fat, hairy deal man! Eddy Merckx did it on a steel bike with drop bars, he didn't get to lay down on his bike, he had to hold himself up. Eddy didn't have those fancy ass wheels or an "Aero" helmet. Pfff!"

"THIS is how you set an hour record!"

But I guess I can't be too hard on Jens, I mean, there is no way that I could do it on any bike so congrats Jens! You have proven that you can go just a little bit farther in one hour than a dude on a bike that was less aero and weighed more (not to mention Eddy probably had 40 lbs on ya ;) 

In all honesty, I have been fighting sickness for most of the week so writing a blog was the farthest thing from my mind.
While wallowing in my own snot and sweat, I did come across this awesomeness:

If had not already had a splitting headache, this would certainly have brought one on. 

My feelings for automobile makers branding their own bikes are clear.
So why would this be any different?
Oh, I don't know... maybe because it says fucking "Ferrari" on it!! 
Normally I would shrug this off as another piece of shit and never give it a second thought, but then I looked closer...


I'm all like, "Holy Shit! It's a Colnago! It MUST be a quality bike right?!" One could naturally assume this because unlike the GMC Denali bike, this bike (while still bearing the moniker of an auto maker) was built by one of the highest quality brands in the history of cycling. But alas, this too bears the makers mark of being nothing more than a marketing gimick. Here is what I started to notice once I wiped away the eye boogers... 

The bars are rotated upward...
Brake levers should point the other way (at a downward angle)
 
I am fairly certain that this was just the fault of the assembly person, AKA, the guy who bought it on Amazon and assembled it himself and therefore doesn't know what he is doing. 

(in his best Don Knotts voice he exclaims, 
"but I'm an engineer so I figured it can't be that hard...")

 Clearly it is that hard clown.

This one is a rarity however as I have never seen a suspension fork bottom out like this, even if poorly maintained.
 
 This is a sure sign that you are doing it wrong.
  
So a little background on this picture and what led me to it... 
Again, I was sick as a dog and sitting around the house when I looked at a popular Facebook page entitled "Look at my bike leaning against stuff."
On this page you can find all sorts of silly pics of people's bikes leaning in various places and in often controversial ways.

You can also find internet "trolls" telling every one how bad their bikes are.
 Believe it or not, I usually refrain from passing judgement.
(I know, CRAZY right?)
The hilarious part is that when everyone pointed out this fork to him, he kept saying "NO, NO... it's a riged!"
  (Yes, he spelled rigid, R-I-G-E-D. Never mind his poor spelling, he stuck by his statement, truly believing that the fork was rigid and not suspension)
 
Rather than being a dick in front of all his Facebook friends, I decided to save it for the blog. What really made me want to make a comment was that he named the picture the "Costs more than my car Lean." To which I thought, he must have a really shitty car. But I did a little research and he was right. These bikes are really expensive and for no good reason. 
 
For the uninitiated, a suspension fork should look like this

 (Except, in a perfect world, it would not say "FOX" on it ;)

But again, this particular one looked like this:

 This fork is no doubt broken. Not surprising considering who makes it.

 Let's look at the parts spec shall we...

  • sophisticated suspension system Rock Shox with W/ ball bearing Multilink
Translation: The rear shock is an entry-level Rock Shox product.
  • equipped with Suntour 140mm Epicon forks
Translation: A fork not too dissimilar to the ones on Walmart bikes
  • Shimano LX derailleurs and shifters
 Translation: The most basic shifters you can put on a "good" mountain bike
  • ultra-light frame
Translation: "Ultra-light" sounds better than saying 5lbs of Aluminum.
  • FSA Alpha Drive Crankset
Translation: Not quite as cheap as a Falcon, but just as shitty
  • Formula XSD-5 Rims
 Translation: So shitty, they are not even available on the internet.

So the spec is disappointing certainly, but the propaganda is appalling:

"The Ferrari CX 60 bicycle is a MTB model dedicated to all Ferrari enthusiasts looking for an highly performing bicycle."

Firstly, I am not really sure how many "Ferrari enthusiasts" give a shit that they can buy a bicycle of the same name.

Secondly, It can't exactly be "highly performing" if the fucking shock doesn't work.

So while one of those bikes cost more than my cars, I realize now why he said that it "costs more than my car"

Look closely and you will see, he has not one, but TWO of these damn things!

 ...and yes, this one has grip shifters, even worse, they are Shimano Revoshift.

I am going to puke.

...you know, because I'm sick, not because this bike makes me want to barf.

  

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Full Cricle: The De-evolution of Standards

One of the first blogs I ever wrote was about bottom bracket "standards" and how they anything but standard. Until the last decade or so, bottom brackets had remained unchanged. The only "standard" you had to worry about was whether your frame was English, French, or Italian threaded. As frame technology "improved" the standards changed in lock-step. The only problem is, it never had to change, but did so because problems started to pop up. Rather than going back to basics, the industry "pressed" on (pun intended). For every problem, a new solution. For every new solution, a new problem. 

Let's revisit the history of this eternal dumb-assery:

For 50 or so years, you had this:

The square taper bottom bracket

Worked great and lasted almost forever. That is, if you took care of it, you could avoid this:

User error

When Aluminum frames became popular they started with this style BB. Using a stiffer frame material (due to its enlarged diameter), it made sense that one could utilize an outboard style bearing system to increase the stiffness of the pedaling platform. 


(I think this is a Titanium frame, but you get the idea)

This was fine. You could install it on a steel frame as well and still get similar benefits. While still used on many bicycles (that have thread-in BB shells), this innovation was replaced when we decided that bottom brackets could be even stiffer if we made the shell its self, over-sized. This allowed crank makers to use a larger diameter spindle (30mm) to achieve the desired stiffness. 

In a flash, that made frames with threads obsolete. Using the same width (from bearing to bearing) but a larger diameter, meant we had to find a new way to insert bearings. This gave birth to a standard that was scrapped in short order.



BB30

The bearings were pressed into the shell which was simply raw frame material.
This idea was destined for failure as the problem was two fold: If you mistakenly pressed the bearings in at an angle, you end up trashing the bottom bracket shell itself which meant your frame was toast. Secondly, the interfaces had to be greased heavily and often or it made noise (creak). This was due mostly to the fact that frame tolerances varied so there was usually some form of movement between the frame and bearings. Many manufactures then started specifying use of a specific Loctite that would minimize movement. That's right, no different than using a shit ton of duct tape to hold something in place, they simply said "glue it in."

Again, this standard was abandoned almost immediately as the complaints started rolling in. 

About the same time, they started mass producing frames out of carbon, which also saw the same bottom bracket evolution:


Originally, carbon frames had threads. That went bust as soon as the frames started cracking...



So again it was decided that the shell should come out to the same end point of an out board bearing, and that it too would have to be pressed in. The problem with that was the shell was carbon and could never in a million years hold stainless steel bearings under that type of load without jacking up the frame. So what did they do? They placed the bearings in plastic (and sometimes metal) cups and pressed those into the frame.


Problem solved, right?


You wish.

Now, I will admit that (in my professional opinion) it is possible that the creak in the video is one of two things: a crank that is over tightened (or otherwise improperly installed) or just poorly maintained. But it stands to reason that if you are hearing this noise on your bike, it just may be that the interface itself is stupid to begin with. 

But the past is the past and the future is now. Surely we have reached an end to this madness. I mean there is no fricken way the industry will reduce the size of the BB or go back to threading them in, right?

 Oh C'mon!!!

Yes, this is what it looks like: A "press-fit" bottom bracket that "threads" together affectionately known as "Thread fit."

"Enduro is finalizing their new PF30 and PF86/92 threaded bottom brackets, looking to solve two of the biggest problems with pressfit setups.
They’re still pressed into the frame, but the alloy shell is stiffer and once pressed in, you thread it together lightly to cinch it tight. That eliminates any play, which causes those annoying creaks and groans, and ensures proper alignment, which extends bearing life and reduces drag."

You have got to be kidding me.
Give them what they want, be it lighter, stiffer, or more aero until it no longer works, then engineer more crap to replace it with. I swear to you they are already planning the release of a new round of obsolescence to replace the already obsolete. 

Wheels got wider to make them more "aero" until we could no longer fit them in our brakes. Frame materials gave us stiffer bikes until that proved too much for some people and was then changed to make all the Fred Sleds more compliant
Take this leap in innovation for instance:


That's fancy Trek Speak for "It has a very similar ride quality to steel given the fact that a smaller diameter, round seat post can move around under you. But since we made the frame out of square carbon tubes, we had to do this or you wouldn't buy it because it is too stiff. Had we just stuck to normal diameter steel tubes and maybe a carbon 27.2 seat post, this point would be moot. 
Thanks for the money!"

But wait: there's more!


That's fancy Trek Speak for "We copied damn near the exact same rake as an old steel fork because we don't want to admit that steel forks were already proven to be the most comfortable. And then we added the silly inverted fork drop out mostly for laughs, but also because a shortened wheel base is important since you are going to be racing all the time. Thanks for the money!"
   I am eagerly anticipating the release of SRAM's new Hydraulic V-Brakes.*

...At least then we could fit wider wheels in them.
  
*To my knowledge, SRAM is NOT developing brakes like this, but if they do, I will be the first to say "I told ya so."

Let's cut the crap here. No once cares to admit that they were wrong in continuing the development of this type of technology. They are only trying to fix the mistakes they have made without admitting they were wrong. But like the juggernaut they are, they cannot be stopped. If the makers of this stuff stopped, they would lose money because they would run out of new shit to sell you. They can't have that now can they? Of course not, because they made about 
6 Billion dollars last year keeping you on the hook. So why the hell would they?

But they were wrong. Evidenced by the fact that this bottom bracket exists, we have indeed come full-circle. Like making bell bottoms cool again, they have made bottom brackets thread in again. 

A solution to a problem that wasn't a problem until some jackass came up with a solution.

The End.





Monday, September 15, 2014

Back to Business: Your Bike is a Disaster

You didn't think I had gone soft did you?! I know many of my regular readers were probably asking themselves, "who's this clown?" I kid of course, but I assure you that while I am the caring person that wrote the last two posts, I am also the jerk that wrote the other 53. I do this for your betterment you know. Honest! We can't have folks riding around all willy nilly, some just need a little direction.  
Some more than others, but hell, at the end of the day, it's worth it if it helps me sleep at night. 
Though I suppose it wouldn't hurt if Natural Selection took a little off my plate 
and started, well, selecting...

Willy Nilly

You can't fix stupid but you can fix stupid's bike, and it often starts with his quick release skewers. You know, "...those, um, lever things? That hold the like, wheel thing in the bike?"

Yeah, I know the ones:


This makes Hulk sad :(


Invented by none other than Tulio the Great, the quick release was the best way to remove and replace a wheel in a hurry. When people proved too stupid to use them correctly, they became confounded by the introduction of "lawyer lips."


"Lawyer lips or lawyer tabs (a type of positive retention device) are tabs fitted to the fork ends on the front fork of bicycles sold in some countries (particularly the U.S.) to prevent a wheel from leaving the fork if the quick release skewer comes undone. They were introduced in response to lawsuits supported by experts including John Forester, in cases where incorrectly adjusted quick release wheels came out of the forks. Lawyer tabs are designed to compensate for the fact that many riders do not know how to operate a quick release properly: some riders treat them as a folding wing nut, and others do not tighten them enough for fear of snapping them or shearing the skewer"
  
So because some people could not wrap their heads around how to use a device properly (which is as simple as reading the directions), they got hurt and then "lawyered-up." Rather than using the damn things like they were designed, they had to be re-designed (by law) so even the most brain-dead redneck could use them.

...which they still cannot

I see this more often than I care to admit.

...And this is what they get.


  This dude ate shit in the middle of an intersection because his skewer was loose. When he took off, he lifted the bike just enough that the wheel went one way, and the fork went the other. 


BAM!!

Yes, it is true that this fork was made before the advent of "lawyer lips" but I maintain that this could have been avoided had the user simply followed the directions. 



While I can fix Stupid's mistakes, I would rather he didn't make them. 

Please don't be stupid. 

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Part II: Gone But Not Forgotten

With the day drawing to a close, 
it was time for honoring those lost on September 11, 2001.
It was a normal day in Northern Indiana which means it was cold, dreary and overcast, yet we rode on. We rode with purpose. It was with loved ones on our minds that we set out on our journey. As we are blessed to have a piece of the World Trade Center here in our home town, it was the memory of the fallen that drew us there. Leading the way was Andrew. Under his feet, the Bianchi that once belonged to Jay Corcoran


A large crowd came along for the ride celebrating the day two-fold; celebrating the lives of those lost, and celebrating the birthday of a friend. 
So as dreary a day as it was, it was indeed a day of celebration.  

When we arrived we were greeted by a thicket of trees leading up to the memorial itself.
Prominently displayed under an artist's welded sculpture and a flag at half mast, was a piece of the fallen WTC. 


A fitting reminder of what it looked like at Ground Zero when the dust finally settled, the plaque describes the artist's vision in creating the piece.


While we considered the gravity of the situation and reflected upon the symbolic nature of the subject matter, it felt only fitting to park Jay's bike right under the wreath of flowers and against the twisted I-beam that was once part of a magnificent sky scraper that outlined the New York City skyline.


In a small way, it felt nice to reunite Jay's bike with the memory of the man himself.

It felt even better to see Andrew pay tribute to his friend. 


...and if I can bike dork on you for a moment, it is worth mentioning here that Andrew, a man much younger than I, is used to riding Aluminum and Carbon bikes, so I had to ask him, "how does it ride?" With a smile, he said, "it's really smooth." Yes, the ride was smooth but it was not without the typical mechanical issues that one finds during a "shake down" ride. However, it was a ride that no amount of weather, no amount of difficulty could dampen. It was a day to remember.

In closing: This day is now gone. Once again, the days, weeks, and months to follow will but for a moment ease the pain we all once felt as the event is pushed further from the forefront of our minds. In time, the next anniversary will come around. We will once again dust off the horrible and often haunting memories that come with the mere thought of what happened 13 years ago. In the mean time, let us simply try to embrace each new day as one that we can never have back. Let us remember that we are fortunate enough to have come home to our families that day when others were not so fortunate.

  Let us always remember,


...and Never Forget.



Lest We Forget

It has been 13 years and I still remember this day. We all still remember this day. We remember where we were and what we were doing on that Tuesday morning in September. Some were close to the events of that day by simply being near it. Others, forced into being forever tied to the tragic event due to loss. If you are anything like me, you still find it easy to feel the disconnect that comes when we were not there, nor did we know someone who was. Still, no matter who you are, or where you were, we ALL lost something that day. 

Our sense of Peace, and Security, attacked beyond measure. Decimated in the time it takes to brew our morning coffee. Our confidence shaken to our very bones leaving nothing but questions we could not answer. Uncertainty consumed us all, only to be replaced with strength, as a Nation banded together overcoming fear with resolve. The true American Spirit.

On this day, I find it difficult to put into words what it is that I personally feel so
rather than sharing my story, I would like to share a friend's. Rather than using my words, I would like to use his. After all, it is in not my story to tell as it was the life of his friend that was taken that day. Below, you will find the events of that day as told by someone who lived through that moment.

"It was a beautifully sunny Tuesday morning at the start of what was supposed to be our first year in a brand new middle school, however construction was delayed so the seventh graders in the Town of Norwell found themselves in one of the old elementary schools that had been abandoned and slated for a major renovation. While many of the students were bummed at the notion of being sent back to an elementary school, some of us were delighted to revisit the halls of the school where we first forged our friendships in Mrs. Freehill’s kindergarten class. As a grown-up seventh grader, I remember reminiscing with Jake about sharing the bus to school each morning when we were five. Since kindergarten, Jake and I had become close through sports, especially football, which we both started playing just two years before as fifth graders. Jake’s dad, Jay, was home from the Merchant Marines through the end of the summer which meant he could help coach our football team and take in a few games before heading to California to start another 90 days of work at sea."
            "That Tuesday Jake and I were on our way to gym class when one of our buddies mentioned to us in passing that some plane had hit a building. We didn’t think anything of it since we suspected that the pilot of a Cessna as fallen asleep at the controls and wound up striking some office building in a no-name town, which, in its own right, would be a tragedy. However, one can imagine that since I am writing this story some 13 years later, the event that both Jake and I had envisioned that morning was much more devastating and struck painfully close to home.
            Jake and I finished gym class and headed to our next period, which was History with Mr. Jacobs. As we entered the classroom we were surprised to see our teacher standing next to a television at the front of the room. He calmly explained to us the events that had transpired across America that morning. As far as we knew, two planes that were headed from Boston to Los Angeles had been flown into each of the World Trade Center buildings in New York City and another had been flown into The Pentagon in Washington, D.C. All air traffic had been grounded and all but one plane had been accounted for at that time. Mr. Jacobs then proceeded to turn on the news and we all sat in horrified silence as we watched the footage of the planes striking the towers. I was sitting in the second to last row of desks and had turned around to ask Jake if he could believe what we were seeing. All Jake could say was “My dad was flying to California this morning.” We were all stunned. Jake was excused to the office and we didn’t see him for the rest of the day. As the day went on some of my friends were picked up from school by their parents. Rumors were making their way around the classes that Jake’s dad was on another plane and that everything was OK.
            I finished my day at school and took the bus home. As I was preparing for the long walk from the bus stop to my house I saw my mom come whipping around the corner to come get me. We hurried back to my house where I found my dad, and my aunt and uncle all home early from work as all government buildings in the City of Boston had been evacuated.  They asked me if I had heard about Jake’s dad and I assured them, through intel from my very reliable seventh grade sources, that Jake’s dad was OK. They seemed to think otherwise. My parents and I got into the car and drove over to Jake’s house. We were greeted by a whole host of my other friends and their parents who were all very close to the Corcorans. No one really knew what to do. I remember standing in the driveway looking up at their house. Jake’s mom was inside talking to the airlines and Jake and his sister Meghan were sitting on the front steps repeatedly calling their father’s cell phone.
 It rang but Jay never picked up."

"If you go to the small suburban town of Norwell, Massachusetts, chances are you will run into someone who knew Jay Corcoran. What people may not know is that Jay could be found riding his bike around the South Shore when he was home from long stints of work a sea as a Merchant Marine. You see, this line of work would keep Jay away from home, away from his family, and away from his bike for almost 90 days at a time. But when he was home he loved zipping around on his beautiful Bianchi. Jay rode his bike for the pure pleasure of being on the open road. Many of his close friends, myself included, had no idea that Jay was such an avid cyclist, however, much like many of the cyclists you may know, he obsessed over his machine. He would meticulously clean his frame, touch up any places where the Celeste paint may have chipped off, and keep his components running smooth like clockwork. Unfortunately, it has been over 13 years since Jay has graced the saddle of the bike he once loved."
 "On the morning of Tuesday September 11, 2001, John “Jay” Corcoran was on United Airlines flight 175 destined for Los Angeles. In a gesture that typified Jay’s kind and helpful spirit, he had headed out to California a few days early so he could help a friend who was new to the Merchant Marines get acquainted to life at sea. Jay was a loving husband to Diann and a terrific father to Jake and Meghan. He was an unpretentious cyclist with a pure love and passion for the sport. Since that September in 2001, his Celeste Bianchi had laid unused and had fallen into a state of disrepair. Diann came across the bike while moving into a new house this past spring and knowing that I had become heavily involved in the sport of cycling, made the generous gesture to offer the bike to me. I graciously accepted the bike and promised her that I would make sure the bike was restored to a working order that would be a fitting tribute to Jay’s life and legacy."
(Words by: Andrew O' Donnell)

A simple yet poignant reminder of Jay's life: his beloved bicycle,
now in the hands of another person who could truly appreciate it. 
Shortly after he took delivery of it, Andrew shared with me the story that you just heard and asked me if I could help him restore it. Honored to be part of such a thing, it was without hesitation that I accepted his request.
Andrew, now tasked with this labor of love, expressed that rather than having me do the work, he would prefer I show him the way, and leave this in his capable hands. We spent several days bringing this bicycle to a point that honors Jay by once again putting steel and rubber on the road.
 
Once a mix of SunTour and Modolo, now decked out in Red, White, and Blue
with Ultegra and American Classic.

 Set up in his honor is a Memorial Scholarship Fund which you can find HERE.

In the end, this blog is always about bicycles. But today, it is about more than that. I want this one thing to serve as a reminder of who we really are. What we are truly capable of when we come together. The days, weeks, and months after September 11th, we were united.
Lest we forget ourselves, let us remember that during one of the hardest times we have ever faced as a Nation, we all came together. In the true Spirit of America: brothers and sisters, friends and family, and complete strangers all with one voice. Proclaiming, "We Will Never Forget!" 

By simply remembering those that were lost that day, we honor them.
By embracing that same Spirit of Unity we once felt, we are capable of even greater things. 

I want to thank my friend for affording me the opportunity to share in this experience with him, and also thank him for sharing his story with you. I cannot imagine what it must be like to have lost a friend in such a terrible way, nor can I imagine what goes through one's thoughts as they recount events as life-altering as this.

Please take a moment to remember those who were lost, and be thankful for those who are still with us.


In memory of Jay Corcoran 
and the nearly 3,000 other lives lost on September 11, 2001.

Never Forget.