Forget Me Not Farm: Guest Post from Odessa Gunn

09.17.2014 | 6:43 am

A Note from Fatty: Sometimes I have so much fun joking around as I set up my fundraisers that I tend to push the causes — the reason I’m raising money at all — into the background.

Let’s fix that right now.

Today’s guest post comes from Odessa Gunn (Levi Leipheimer is her husband), a highly-involved, unpaid volunteer at the Forget Me Not Farm, which is the charity benefitting from the “Race with Fatty and Levi at Boggs” fundraiser I’m doing right now (read parts one, two and three if you don’t know what I’m talking about). 

Read what Odessa has to say, then go donate. You might win an extraordinary trip, and you’ll for sure change some kids’ and animals’ lives.

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I found the Forget Me Not Farm almost seven years ago, when a friend read an article about it in the local paper. I went to the Farm to volunteer, because I had recently adopted two horses of my own and I was interested in learning more about farm animals.

I wasn’t really aware that it was a therapy farm for at-risk kids and, to be honest, I was pretty nervous to work with kids. 

Meeting the Animals…And Kids

The kids come to the farm as wards of the state, participating as part of their state-sponsored therapy program.  Many of them had never seen a farm animal, much less been charged with the care of one.

In my first week, I spent hours feeding animals, cleaning stalls, and assisting the kids with meeting and learning about all the animals — from chickens to llamas, goats to horses and cows.

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I was able to see the children slowly relax their guard as they began to understand that this animal would depend on them for food, shelter, and health. I saw them connect emotionally with these animals in a way that they couldn’t connect to people.

The children who come to Forget Men Not Farm have unstable lives, to put it mildly. Many of the kids are victims of abuse and neglect; to see them allow themselves come to love and to be loved by these animals, was extraordinary.

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I was hooked and have been volunteering there once per week ever since, including joining their board just under six years ago.

Veggies, Too 

Since then, we’ve started a garden program that matches the scale of our animal care efforts. The kids’ therapy now includes ongoing responsibility for growing their own produce; they take it back to the group homes where they live.

The food is fresh, organic, and includes all the benefits that come of sourcing nourishment locally. That’s a lot different from the food normally found in these group homes, which is typically institutional; it makes us feel good to know they are getting fresh organic fruits and vegetables. Just last week, we picked enough food from the garden for them to make salsa in our new outdoor kitchen.

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Mentoring Program

Recently, the Farm has developed a mentoring program to better serve the more complex needs of the older kids who come to the Farm. This is one-on-one time with long-term, vetted, dedicated volunteers with whom these kids can develop a relationship. It’s the extra piece that really builds on the connections with animals and growing their own foods that the kids made while younger.

This is where they can really acquire more emotional skills that will enable them to come out of State care and into the communities where they choose to live. 

Where the Money Comes From

It’s important to know that the Farm doesn’t charge the various State and County agencies for the services it provides. It also doesn’t receive any state or federal program (although there have been occasional capacity-building grants for specific, non-service projects).

About 70% of the Farm’s funding is from individual donors and the remaining 30% is from family and foundation grants. The support from the GranFondo since 2009 has allowed us to develop the gardening program, hire a full time farmer-educator, and build an outdoor kitchen.

More importantly, that money’s been used to fulfill the mission of the Farm by allowing us to host far more kids and rescue many more farm animals.

The Staff and Volunteers

Becoming a part of the Farm family, from the two-person staff, the other 70 or so volunteers, and all the kids and animals was life-changing for me. We teach children how to love and respect animals, nature and each other. Most of the adults in their lives are authority figures, but we get to listen, teach, and spend time with these kids simply because we choose to.

Anyone who volunteers at the Farm has to make a one-year commitment (though many stay far longer) so that they can be a real presence in the lives of these kids. Their existence is so unstable and they spend most of their lives shuttling between various social service offices. Having a place that can be a consistent part of their lives, with people and animals that they can return to again and again is a vital part of the work we do.

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I’m so lucky to be able to help these kids build a life they may not have had without the comfort, security, and responsibility of the Farm. I’ve got to assume that I’ve been helpful to them in my seven years as a volunteer there.

But I can say for certain they’ve helped me.

PS From Fatty: Click here to donate. I recommend donating in increments of $5.00, each of which gets you a chance at riding with Levi and me at Boggs. 

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Let’s Eat, Let’s Race: The 2014 Tour de Donut is ON

09.15.2014 | 12:35 pm

A Note from Fatty: If you’ve had enough jibber-jabber and are looking for the registration / donation pages, here you go:

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I sometimes wonder about evolution. About what particular combination of circumstances, challenges, advantages and environment has led various life forms to the place where they are now.

In particular, I sometimes wonder what almost impossibly-difficult-to-calculate set of factors occurring over unfathomable millennia resulted in what is, without question, my single greatest — and only quantifiable — super power:

The ability to ride my bike very fast while simultaneously eating a lot of food. 

More specifically, to ride my bike really fast for a few minutes. And then to stop and eat a bunch of donuts. 

And then to do that very same thing again.

And again.

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With such a powerful gift, I believe it goes without saying that I am looking forward to the 2014 Utah Tour de Donut.

And you should be too. Especially if you live in Utah. And doubly especially if you live in the Salt Lake or Utah County area. 

It’s ridiculous. It’s fun. And it raises a lot of money for causes I care about. 

And it’s Saturday, September 27, at 8:00am.

You should register now

Here’s How It Works

The rules of the Tour de Donut are simple (and detailed here), but really it’s very simple: You ride around a short, seven mile course three times. After laps 1 and 2, you stop and have the option to eat donuts — as many as you would like.

For every donut you eat, three minutes is subtracted off your total race time. 

So, if you can eat a donut in less than three minutes, it pays to eat a donut. Up to a point. After which point (and you’ll have to figure out where that point is), there’s nothing in the world that could be sufficient incentive to eat another donut.

My limit, as I have discovered in past years (here are my writeups from 2010 and 2011), is around thirteen. Which is a lot…though nowhere close to a winning time (for that I’d need to have eaten 25 donuts), like Regan Fackrell, whose very name causes those of us who know what’s what in the famous Tour de Donut world to tremble in terror.

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And to be honest, this year I don’t even expect to come close to my best finishing time; I’m going to be riding alongside my twin daughters. We’ll go their pace (The Hammer will probably be doing a 50K trail race that day).

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I do, however, reserve the right to try to set a donut consumption PR. Anything higher than 13 will get me there.

Anyone want to bet for me on this? Against me?

Why You Should Be a Part of This

The Utah Tour de Donut is run by The Rotary Club of American Fork — which I am not a member of, because they said I was too great a legal risk.

No, they didn’t really say that. I’m just too lazy to join.

But I do love what the Rotary Club does, both for local and for worldwide causes. 

Like, a part of the money raised will go to World Bicycle Relief.

But for this race, the local causes, in particular, are important to me. Thanks to the Tour de Donut, Lambert Park (which is close to my house) got some much-needed money when Alpine got flooded last year.

And more importantly, because of the Tour de Donut, the cancer wing in the hospital where Susan got treatment, has a nice blanket warmer:

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It’s hard to read it in that picture, so a closeup of the plaque:

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Yeah. I like that a lot. 

Register…Or Just Donate

If you live in the area, you should seriously come do this with us. It’s silly, goodhearted fun that does a lot for good causes. Plus, friends of Fatty get a $5 discount. Just click here register, then enter “fatdonut2014” in the discount code section of the checkout form. 

And if you don’t live anywhere near the race, why don’t you make the world think you did this race by buying a sticker for $5.00. It looks like this:

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Obviously, it’s suitable for sticking on a bumper sticker — whether on your car or someone else’s is up to you. 

To donate $5, click here to go to the Fundraiser page, then set the quantity to 5 (or multiples of 5 if you want more than one sticker). 

I hope to see you there. If you’re not afraid of witnessing my superpower in action, that is.

All’s Awesome That Ends Awesome (And This Does In Fact End Awesome)

09.11.2014 | 10:40 am

A Note from Fatty: If you already know what this is about and how it works and now just want the link to donate, just click here to go to the fundraising page.

Things were not looking good. Not good at all. But now they’re looking good. For me, and for the GranFondo. And — most especially — for you.

To catch you up, things started getting ugly early this week when I said that I won’t be able to go to Levi’s GranFondo this year. The BikeMonkey guys — in a typical mega-company aggressive move — reacted by telling me that if I’m not coming to their party, I needed to reimburse them for certain…former indiscretions.

The conversation continued in Twitter, where I tried to come to reasonable terms.

The Bike Monkey bureaucrats would not budge.


Always trying to collaborate and drive to consensus, I tried again:

They continued to not budge.

I admit, I became desperate and made a suggestion I am not proud of.

Even that would not sway them.


Last-Ditch Appeal

I could tell I wasn’t getting anywhere with Bike Monkey, nor was I likely to. So I sent a message to Levi Leipheimer, hoping he could make them see reason.

It took a little back and forth, but eventually he relented.

To which I replied:

Because I did, in fact, have a plan. A very good plan.

A plan I think you’re going to like.

A Conversation With Levi

I called Levi. (Yes, I have his phone number, which he is none too happy about. But that’s beside the point.) The conversation went like this.

Me: So the Bike Monkey guys are invoicing me for around $34,000.

Levi: Yeah.

Me: That’s a lot of money.

Levi: Yeah.

Me: You know that I don’t have that kind of money, right? Not even close?

Levi: Yeah.

Me: Those guys at Bike Monkey have hearts of stone.

Levi: Yeah.

Me: And I’m pretty sure you do, too.

Levi: Yeah.

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Me: But your wife, Odessa, on the other hand, seems like a genuinely good person. Someone who volunteers a ton of her time for a really amazing charity: Forget Me Not Farm. Where they bring together both kids and animals that have been abused, and help them heal each other?

Levi: Yeah.

Me: That’s pretty incredible. In fact, that’s amazing. I’d love to be a part of a program like that. 

Levi: Yeah.

Me: I can hear “Judge Judy” on in the background. You’re not even listening, are you?

Levi: Yeah.

Me: So I could pretty much propose anything and you’d agree to it right now, right?

Levi: Yeah.

Me: How about this, then. Instead of me paying back Bike Monkey, how about we do a fundraiser for Forget Me Not Farm, instead?

Levi: Yeah.

Me: I’m recording this you know; you won’t be able to get out of this once you commit. So you’re in?

Levi: Yeah.

Me: OK. So here’s what I’m thinking we do. We have people donate multiples of $5 to my GranFondo fundraising page, with each $5 getting them a chance at the prize. The more you donate, the better your chance at winning.

Yeah: Levi.

Me: The prize is going to need to be awesome, though. Something crazily cool. Something that knocks people off their feet. Something that ropes you and Bike Monkey into doing most of the work, leaving my readers and me to just donating some money and then winning a cool prize. One that Bike Monkey provides at their expense, not mine.

Levi: Yeah.

Me: Hey, it’s been great talking with you. I’m going to get off the phone now and tell my readers what the prize will be, OK? 

Levi: Yeah.

And then we hung up. Or at least, I hung up. 

Levi may still be on the phone.

Race, Ride and Road Trip With Fatty and Levi

Boggs is not just a bike race. It’s three bike races: A hill climb. An Eight-Hour Race. And a Super D. And it’s in a spectacular location.

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I’ve wanted to do it ever since I’ve known it exists. And now I’m going to get to. 

And so — if you win — are you. 

But that leaves us with a problem: who will be the third member on our team when we do the eight-hour race?

Levi Leipheimer, that’s who.

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That’s right. The winner of this contest will be flown to Oakland or San Francisco, California, where you’ll be driven to Santa Rosa. We’ll hang out. Then you, me, and Levi will load up into an RV, and we’ll go road-tripping to Boggs.

You’ll be entered in all three events, though the only one I care about is that you will race with Levi and me in the eight-hour event.

And here’s the cool thing: I guarantee that we will win our category…because we will be racing in our own category. 

That’s right. I’m guaranteeing you a podium spot in an eight-hour relay race. No matter how fast you are. Or how slow. Honestly, neither Levi nor I really care. We’re just looking forward to having fun.

Let’s Get Specific

So, to be clear, here’s what the prize of the “Race with Levi and Fatty” contest looks like:

  • Round-trip travel for one to and from SFO or OAK from any destination in the contiguous 48 states
  • Transfers to and from SFO or OAK to Santa Rosa lodging
  • RV rental, camp fees, and gas from Friday, May 1 to Sunday May 3
  • Race entry to all three events (Hill Climb, 8-Hour Race, Super D)
  • 8-Hour event on a team with Levi and Fatty
  • Groceries at Boggs (3 days food and drink)
  • Event t-shirt
  • Medal, poster, rider meal
  • Big delicious beers
  • Bike Rental
  • Pie — lots and lots of pie

Seriously, this might be the coolest — and is certainly the most unique — prize I have ever put together. 

But What If You Don’t Mountain Bike AT ALL?

Like I said, neither Levi nor I are really out for blood (though I reserve the right to change my attitude when the heat of the battle is upon me) in this race. We don’t care if you’re a near-pro or a novice. We’re here for the fun of it. 

But if you just don’t want to do an MTB event at all, you should still enter this contest. Because you can swap this prize out for a 2015 trip to Levi’s GranFondo, instead, with equivalent level of luxury. Like, they’ll fly you out, put you up in a hotel, set you up with the whole VIP experience. 

So, roadies, you have no excuse. Whatever way you go, we’ve got you covered.

Donate NOW

So. Go donate. You’ll be helping an amazing cause (the GranFondo supports a number of great causes, but in this case we’re specifically raisin money for Forget Me Not Farms). 

And good luck. I’m looking forward to racing with you.

And Levi will look forward to it too I’m sure, as soon as he finds out that he is.

 

 

I Am In Serious Trouble

09.10.2014 | 11:45 am

Wow. Just wow.

I genuinely and completely honestly had no idea what a Pandora’s box of worms yesterday’s post would open. I mean, I just — as pleasant as could be — announced that, as much as I would like to, I will not be able to attend Levi’s GranFondo this year. 

You’d think they’d understand.

And you’d be wrong, apparently, to think that.

Almost instantly after I posted yesterday, I got the following message from the GranFondo:

Naturally, this put me on my guard, but — as a beloved and award-winning blogger — I chose to take the high road. I replied:

Almost as if they were lurking on Twitter, ready to pounce on my reply, they shot back:

and then even Levi, with whom I have in the past had a somewhat acrimonious relationship — but who I thought is now my friend — ominously chimed in:

Was I wigged out? You bet I was wigged out.

A Most Unwelcome Letter

And then the other shoe dropped. Late yesterday afternoon, a bike messenger came by FatCyclist.com worldwide HQ (i.e., my basement) and delivered the following, which I have scanned and reproduced so that you can tell it is absolutely real:

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The text is kind of small — which is irritating, because the above is the actual size of the letter delivered to me — so here’s the text of the above letter, which I have painstakingly retyped for your convenience.

Mr. Nelson:

It has come to our attention that you will not be able to participate with us at Levi’s GranFondo on this, our sixth year. We are certainly disappointed that you will be breaking your admirable attendance record, but do understand that life is a complicated symphony with many constituent parts with which to contend and balance.

That said, it seems appropriate that we take this break in our association to balance our respective ledgers. We are always happy to host a cyclist of your repute, especially one engaged in the noble art of bloggery. However, as you will see in the enclosed invoice, hosting your particular personality does not come without its obligations. You are a colorful character, Mr. Nelson, in a world far too content to be pale and gray.

However, we cannot ignore the costs associated with such charisma, especially as we are a charity event and the indulgences enumerated here don’t quite jive with our efforts to support at-risk children, youth cycling, and community resources like schools and fire departments.

Please do remit payment upon receipt. We are a flexible bunch, but would like to settle this considerable matter with as much swiftness as is possible. 

All our best,

Max Egan
Director of Communications
Chief Officer, Risk Management

This, of course, was accompanied by an invoice for things I evidently am responsible for:

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Here is the text from that invoice, just in case you don’t have Super Magnification Vision:

2010

LODGING

  • Two nights,  Motel 6 ($39.95/night): 79.90
  • Damage deposit, vending  machine: $450

FOOD

  • In-and-Out  Burger,  multiple meals: $43.15
  • Pie: $8.79

TRAVEL

  • Round trip bus  fare, Greyhound, Salt Lake City to Santa  Rosa: $85

2011

LODGING

  • Three  nights,  Holiday Inn Santa  Rosa ($149.95/night): $449.85
  • Minibar, mostly  Butterfingers and Bud Light: $156
  • Movie rentals, restricted content: $32

FOOD

  • Lump sum, incl. pie: $200

TRAVEL

  • Airfare to/from  SLC/SFO, unscheduled layover in Las Vegas: $500
  • Bike rental,  NorCal Bike Sport: $200

ENTERTAINMENT

  • Two second-row seats, Doobie Brothers Reunion,  Luther Burbank Center: $225
  • Two sleeveless concert t-shirts, “Reeling In The Years”: $70

INTANGIBLE  LOSSES

  • Auction losses due to Mr. Nelson  standing in front of various silent auction  items, intimidating  prospective bidders, because “this  one’s going home with me,  lady.”: $1750

MISC.

  • Fry Sauce at Festa del Fondo fundraising dinner,  half case: $72.50
  • 3.2%  beer  at Festa del Fondo fundraising dinner, 1.5 cases ($12.25,  plus $250 air freight from Utah): $262.25

2012

LODGING

  • Three  nights,  Hyatt Vineyard Creek ($259.95/night): $779.85

FOOD

  • Lump sum, incl. pie: $800

TRAVEL

  • Airfare to/from  SLC/SFO, upgraded cabin: $1600
  • California Dept.  of Agriculture quarantine violation, excessive snacks brought on board: $345
  • Town car transfer to/from  hotel,  including in-vehicle amenities: $275
  • Bike rental,  NorCal Bike Sport: $200

ENTERTAINMENT

  • In-room mariachi band: $750

LEGAL

  • Three  hours,  contract review,  Fat Cyclist appearance agreement: $435
  • Removal  of all brown  M&Ms from in-room gift bag by legal team: $775

MISC.

  • Restocking fees, multiple (sweaty) used returns of GranFondo merchandise: $40
  • Staff losses due to prank calls from Mr. Nelson  during key event planning meetings, i.e. the refrigerator does not need to be caught, Prince Albert is not actually in the can, no one named I.P. Freely works  at Bike Monkey.: $145

2013

LODGING

  • Four nights,  Hyatt Vineyard Creek penthouse ($625/night): $2500
  • Room service, off-menu orders: $324
  • In-room massage, plus gratuity: $588
  • Pool cleaning  fee: $1250
  • Damage deposit, plumbing: $742

FOOD

  • Lump sum, incl. lots of pie: $1200

TRAVEL

  • Private charter, Sunlight Transportation Services: $7129
  • Rental car, Wine Country  Dream  Cars: $1200
  • Damage deposit, stained upholstery: $325
  • Excess luggage services: $110

ENTERTAINMENT

  • (Redacted): $550

MEDICAL

  • Ambulance: $800
  • Emergency outpatient surgery: $2435

LEGAL

  • Small claims representation, plea consultation, bond,  etc.: $1485

MISC.

  • Public relations costs stemming from message control regarding the GranFondo and its invited guests while in the Sonoma County area: $1290

TOTAL: $32,752.29

2014 (Preliminary Measures) 

  • Law Enforcement Notification: $176.42
  • Insurance Services, including naming  lodging partner as additional insured, expanded policy coverage: $556
  • Deposit loss,  private  security: $850
  • Deposit loss,  skydiving instructor: $180
  • Custom Fat Cyclist-branded ankle bracelet/tracker: $675

 GRAND TOTAL, WITH 2014 COSTS: $34,344.71

My Defense

Looking at this itemized list, I am — as you would expect — outraged. 

I could say that this list is a crazy, drug-induced lie. In fact, I would say that…except the Bike Monkey people evidently have surprisingly comprehensive documentation of pretty much every line item in that that invoice.

Which means I’ve got a problem. A $34,000 problem. 

And I’m not sure what to do about it. 

It’s Always Sad When You Have to Disappoint Someone

09.9.2014 | 10:36 am

This will be a short post today, and is in fact just a quick explanation I think I owe my readers.

Yesterday, one of the comments read (edited for topicality):

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Yes, that’s right. For the first time in four years, I won’t be going to Levi’s GranFondo

I know, I know. It’s crushing, horrible news. Especially for everyone who is going to the GranFondo. And for Bike Monkey, the organizers of the GranFondo.

And for Levi himself, I’m sure.

To each and every one of you whom I have disappointed by my not being able to attend, I apologize. I recognize that without me, the event simply won’t be the same. That there will be a certain listlessness to the ride. That — before, during and after the event — people may just feel lost without me there. That, above all, my lack of prose about the ride will leave people feeling completely unable to express (or even feel) joy on this day.

To all of you, I apologize. I wish I could be there to inspire you with my riding style, my dapper outfits, my disarming smile and my insightful remarks.

Truly, I do wish I could be there. Almost as much as you wish I could be there. 

Please, do not be sad. 

I choose, at this time, to not reveal why I won’t be attending. Let’s just say that my reasons are good and sufficient and legal, and leave it at that.

Meanwhile, if you can, please go to Levi’s GranFondo. Ride it. Enjoy the scenery (to the degree that’s possible considering I am not there). Enjoy each other’s company, trying to push out the thought of, “I wish it were Fatty talking with me right now instead of this other, less-beloved person.”

Enjoy the food, if food has any savor at all to you when I am not present.

I will be back next year, if…circumstances allow for it. 

Until then, know that as much as you miss my presence there, I miss myself even more.

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