This time of year with the mornings growing colder and the days shorter gets me thinking about how Christmas is just around the corner. Holiday shopping can be tough especially with older folks who most of the time already have most everything they want and need.This year I have decided to do something a little different, I am asking my loved ones that instead of getting me another pair of socks, or another hat, to donate to a foundation dedicated to cancer research and send me a letter about how it felt to help end the disease that claims so many of our loved ones. I invite all who read this to join me in helping to further breast cancer research so that another mother, aunt or grandmother can spend another christmas with their loved ones. If you or your loved ones are unable to donate money consider writing a letter to a cancer survivor or a mother battling breast cancer, letting them know you are thinking of them in the season of giving.

For several years I have wrestled with finding an easy answer to, “why can’t I just get over it and move on”. I am in remission. Most days I have my Neuropothy under control. Most days I am ok. Is it that there are 3.5 million people in the United States that live with Breast Cancer, or that I am alive today because people did not stop looking for a way to control my Cancer. Is it that my Granddaughter Brittany has Cancer. I guess the short answer is yes and a million other reasons. We have got to kill all Cancer. Please go to our website and and donate. This is a fight that we MUST win.

We made It! Pablo and I made it! I can’t even describe the pride I felt as we came around the corner and in front of the office hotel . There was a a huge group of cheering and clapping people. It was my cancer family there to welcome us safely home. After 1825 miles on my bicycle, it was great to see those that I truly love. Then I saw my Daughter, Abby, and we hugged and cried together. It was a perfect moment. Suddenly, my sadness returns. I think of all those we haven’t lost and the 40,000 we will loose next year. I owe it to them to keep on fighting till we obliterate cancer off the face of the Earth. I will never give up, not until we kill cancer. Next year I will be bicycling to Washington D.C to meet up with representatives from Komen to ask congress for more money for research.

We got more news coverage this time coming from our friends in the Valley Times. Bob got an interview on a local TV station and a news article published about him.

Despite the exquisite beauty displayed along their trek, Bob (the Pink Stallion) and Pablo have noticed a disturbing amount of wildlife aggression. From quasi-intelligent thorns dedicated to popping their tires, all the way to helpful bicyclists. In fact, while they were at a gas station, a bear came up and bit the Pink Stallion’s hand. Here is a picture of him clearly wincing in pain.

On the day after we got the new article published we were leaving great falls and we took a couple wrong turns, got flat tire number ten and got lost. Luckily a fellow bike rider recognized us from the newspaper article that was published the day before and offered to bike with us and set us back on course. We have met so many nice people on this trip, this just an example of one of many encounters we have had.

The riders took a day off to rest and do maintinence on the bikes. Always looking for more oportunities to raise awareness, the Pink Stallion (aka Bob) walked into the local newspaper office (the Great Falls Tribune) where a local reporter wrote down the story.

While Bob and Pablo are out on the road to St. Paul, having all kinds of adventures it is easy to forget about all the people who have worked to make this possible.

On the second day of our ride we stayed the night in an RV park in the Dallespot. When we arrived for the night Susan (Bob’s wife) told us that there where these little thorns that kept poking her feet.

Breast cancer awareness day kicked off our Bicycling for Boobies event in the Beaverton City Park. Our team set alarms for 4:30 a.m. stumbled out of bed, loaded the truck, and headed out to the Beaverton City Park to setup. After an hour of setting up the booth, hanging the banner, and helping our sponsors set up. It was then that the pink stallion (bob) told the team “maybe we could have gotten here later”. He was met with much groaning as it was only 6:30.

Thanks everyone who was able to come to the bicycling for boobies at the farmers market. It was a lot of fun!

Thank you so much Susan G. Komen for giving us a shoutout! None of this would not be possible without the support of your organization.

Breast cancer is one of the most common forms of cancer in the world. That is why World Without Breast Cancer is dedicated to completely eliminating it through funding cutting edge research. Our upcoming event, Bicycling for Boobies, will be for raising funds and educating the public.

Welcome to our journey! We are a group of people dedicated to funding research to cure breast cancer.