Time for Remembrance Part 1 can be read here
The third annual J Cecil Jarvis Memorial Ride went off without a hitch. Thirteen or fourteen people attended, many of which this was the first time meeting them. We spent about fifteen minutes acquainting, and getting to know the names of each other. Michael Miller and County Roads Cyclists sponsored this ride with sag wagon, and bottles of water; quite an elaborate setup for such few riders.
The ride started out of Buckhannon on Main Street, where we were the pre-show entertainment for the people waiting to see the parade that started in a few hours. Being like lycra-clad circus clowns rolling out of town in front of all those people was novel, but a little embarrassing at the same time.
Six or seven miles in, we stopped at a Church parking lot, regrouped, and started to Glady Fork road, the first hill. This climb separated the pack, and we once again regrouped at our primary destination; the bridge at which J Cecil Jarvis’s accident occurred.
We all took time to pause and reminisce; for those of us that knew him, they discussed memories and stories about Cecil. From what I can gather, Cecil was looked up, and trusted by many; was a holy man, and could kick about anyone’s butt on a bike. It is a shame I never met him, but it makes me happy seeing that he has left such a positive influence on so many people.
Once again, we headed along the route, and made a final regrouping. Some of the riders decided to take Rt33, while others decided to reach the starting/arriving point by a less traffic-heavy road.
When we arrived at the starting point, we were received by Michael Miller’s family; with a surprise post-ride dessert! His wonderful mother was kind enough to make strawberry shortcake (remember, this is Strawberry Festival weekend~). This treat was unexpected, and well appreciated. We all continued to catch up with friends we have not seen for a while, and just had a merry time.
Cecil Jarvis is well-remembered, and clearly will not be forgotten. What happened to him was a shame, but even in this single event, I have gathered that he has influenced oh so many lives for the better… Who knows what it would be like if he was still alive, and still beating us with our own legs.