Montreal SPCA

Hi Jeremy,

 

Which commercials are you talking about? The Montreal SPCA is not producing any commercials! We do strongly believe in animal welfare as much as public safety. We believe it is viable all together. We have never compare a human life to an animal life or anything else for that matter. Please visit www.saferkindercommunies.com for more info on our idea of a better future for all the animal in the city.

                                                  

Have a wonderful holiday season and for any further information or comments, do not hesitate to contact me again.

 

Sincerely,

 

Jade Marcoux

(please appologies the english writing mistakes as I normally speek and write in french)

 

Jade Marcoux

Customer Service Director
SPCA de Montréal
5215 Jean-Talon West, Montreal (Qc) H4P 1X4
t. 514 735-2711, ext. 2242
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“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated”.

Mahatma Gandhi

 

 

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Fuck your commercials. What is the value of a human life compared to an animal? You're a bunch of blood sucking leeches siphoning money.

 

 

 

 

Final thoughts

The only certainty in life, beyond death and taxes, is that it won’t turn out the way you anticipate. I embarked on the Trans-Am ride on a whim, as an adventure and a swift kick to the head. I set the ridiculous goal of doing the trip as an unsupported solo ride in 30 days because I didn’t know if I could physically, emotionally or mentally complete the journey. And for me, that’s the joy of life: entering into challenging and rewarding experiences unsure of the outcome.

In the end, I wasn’t able to ride the entire route in the allotted time. After dealing with altitude sickness in Colorado, I suffered heat stroke in Utah. And not being able to eat for two days really put the brakes on the ride. Therefore, I decided to bypass Nevada and start riding again at the Nevada / California border.

But in those first 23 days, I found to a large degree what I was looking for on the trip. I overcame daunting obstacles: from environmental extremes to physical impairments to emotional rockiness. I learned that I am a stronger, more capable and resourceful person than I believed. It was a truly remarkable experience. Now comes the hard part – applying this to life beyond the bike.

Quick data:
Mileage: 3012 (out of an anticipated 3495)
Days in the saddle: 25 (out of an anticipated 30)
Daily average: 120 miles
Longest day: 160 miles (Ness City, KS to Eads, CO)
Average speed: 14.6 mph
Average time in the saddle: 8 hours 25 minutes per day
Dog chases: 33
Flat tires: 9
Shortest distance between flats: 3 miles
Longest distance between flats: 1,000+ miles (Day 5 to Day 14)
Trans-Am cyclists encountered: 72
Advil taken: 79
Toughest riding: Eastern Kentucky
Favorite riding: Virginia, Utah & Western Colorado

And then...

...you wake up the next morning and everything is the same but different. The apartment, the neighborhood, the walk to the store haven't changed but your pants don't fit. You haven't missed deodorant, underwear or the job for a month. And then you realize that they're the same - things we wear to make one's life more acceptable for others.
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Arrival

Ahhh...It's great to be back in San Francisco. I had a relatively flat final day of riding to Vallejo where I took the ferry to SF (there isn't a good way to ride around the Bay). Then I rode to the top of the Marin Headlands to end the ride. Before the trip started, I had spent a lot of time training in the Headlands and had picked that spot for the final destination. Plus, the view isn't half bad.
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Recap: Day 28

Our intrepid superhero is beginning to understand the limits of time, space and body. What would have been a moderately difficult ride only ten days ago, was a challenging one today. It began at the Nevada / California border and went over the Sierras at Carson Pass and ended near Sacramento.

Boy Blunder continues to have hydration issues. If only portable IV bags were available for cycling.

There is light at the end of the tunnel - tomorrow is the final leg of the journey to San Francisco. Yipee!!!
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Intervention needed!

I may have lost my wingman to the slots! First it was cards but now he's in the grasp of the One-Armed Bandit.
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Recap: Day 27

Due to the fact that I need to be back at work on Monday, I had to decide between riding to the middle of Nevada and then teleporting to San Francisco or bypassing Nevada and then riding California. I thought the latter a more attractive option.

I spent most of the day driving across Nevada on Highway 50 - the Loneliest Road in America - to get back on schedule. It wasn't exactly spellbinding at 75 mph so I can only imagine the monotony of it on a bike.

So I'm kicking it in the state capitol of Nevada. Yes, Carson City is everything they say it is!
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Recap: Day 26

The team took some time to do what normal people do on vacations - relax and take in the sights. We toured Bryce Canyon, did some hiking and started eating again.
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Recap: Day 24 & 25

Boy Blunder spent quality time convalescing in a dark hotel room in Hanksville, UT. Luckily, the room had cable TV which provided BB the opporunity to watch the Golden Girls marathon and get some early Christmas shopping done on HSN!

When our superhero was asleep or babbling to himself, Jacques Couteau presided over the remote. To my chagrin, he spent hours watching the World Series of Poker. He now wants to make a detour to Reno, americanize his name to Jack Knife and he keeps staring at me with unblinking eyes.

Toward the latter part of my recovery, I agreed to play cards with him. Of course we had to use his petit cards and all we had to bet with was trail mix. But in the end BB prevailed when he went all in with a towering stack of M&Ms and banana chips and got lucky on the final card!
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Hwy 95 image

This is about 25 miles into the ride from Blanding, UT.
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Meltdown

The heat index factor of snickers-pudding hot officially equals Boy Blunder's melon scrambling point. It wasn't but eight hours after I concluded the scenic ride along Hwy 95 that I became violently ill. Delayed heat stroke more than likely was the culprit. So I holed up in a dark hotel room for 24 hours with liquids and hopes of a quick recovery. But as that hasn't happened, I'm reassessing that final portion of the ride.

More than likely, I will take several days off to recover, skip over Nevada and then ride across California.

I'm just glad this didn't occurr in the middle of the desert. Although I wouldn't call Hanksville a happenin' place at least it has a hotel.
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Day 23 recap

It was with trepidation that I started the ride this morning. After yesterday's meltdown, I was committing myself to a hefty ride - 125 miles through the desert with only one place for water along the entire route. The wind was calm with light clouds overhead as I departed. Almost from the moment I turned onto Hwy 95, the landscape became increasingly dramatic. It was the most picturesque ride I have ever taken. I'm talking about 100 miles of dramatic landscapes. The route went by Natural Bridge Park and then through Glen Canyon Park.

I stopped at Lake Powell for lunch and water. Then finished the ride under a toasty sun.

A fabulous day!
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A big hoax?

I must have crossed ten cow guards and seen twice that number of Open Range signs. But I didn't see a single cow, didn't even hear a distant moo. I think it's all a load of bull!
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Mind the gap

If you're not paying attention and go over one of these wrong, you're likely to put your dental work on the pavement!
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Day 21 recap

This morning I felt like I had been hit by a bus. The previous night my respiration and heart rates were elevated several hours after I got off the bike. I had pushed too hard the two days in the mountain. I probably should have taken the day off but the weather was good and well, they don't call me Boy Blunder for nothing!

Slowly I went and by noon I was coherent. Which was a decided improvement. About this time I realized that I had spoken with a family member the night before and didn't remember much of the conversation. Exhausted to the point of stupid.

Anyway, the weather was good, the scenery splendid and by the end of the day, I felt whole again.

I had a lovely dinner courtesy of a convenience store - Top Ramen with chili and hot dogs and canned peaches for dessert! Yum!!!

Camping in Stoner, CO. Will be in Utah tomorrow.
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Day 22 recap

Well, it was bound to happen at some point on this trip. That moment at which Boy Blunder's bubble bursts. I had been struggling with fatigue for a couple days but felt good in the morning. A happy tailwind had thoughts of a big mileage day dancing in my head. My route shifted and the tailwind became a vigorous crosswind along a busy highway with a poor shoulder. I took a break for lunch at a town where I would turning directly into the wind. I didn't want to leave the Taco Time; I just sat there and looked blankly out the window. I finally got on the bike to ride 21 miles to the next town where I was going to end the ride early for the day. I only lasted about four miles before my spirit leaked away.

I checked into a hotel at 3:00, got into bed and turned on HBO. They were showing the film Run Fat Boy Run. Too bad I didn't find the story of a loser father completing a marathon on a broken ankle inspiring. But it was pretty damn ironic.

So I drank a bottle of PediaLite, ate dinner and when to bed about 8:00.
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I have another heat index category: when snickers bars turn to pudding. It's close to tar bubbles on the road hot but there's a distinct difference.

What an amazing ride. 125 miles of gorgeous scenery. A lonely and beautiful landscape around Glen Canyon. Pics when I get data service again.

Tough day from Stoner, CO to Blanding, UT. A good tailwind became a strong crosswind and then a fierce headwind. Cut the ride short due to fatigue.

Goodbye Colorado, hello Utah!