Conor Kavanagh at the Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco
Conor Kavanagh, from Dublin, writes:
I’m after emigrating to San Francisco and have signed up for one helluva challenge – a 545-mile bike ride from San Francisco to Los Angeles.
It’s called the AIDS LifeCycle, a seven-day ride in the blistering heat along the coast. I’m fundraising for the AIDS Foundation, which is focussed on getting to zero new HIV infections.
They’ve made incredible progress over here and I want to raise $10,000 (just under €9,000) to contribute to the cause.
HIV impacts my community and the people I love.
The Broadsheet community has helped me raise money for ShoutOut and to get the word out about LGBT events about HIV in Dublin – so I’m shamelessly soliciting donations.
Every euro counts. I’ve seen the work the foundation does here, and their PrEP programme is so effective it’s something activists in Dublin are trying to force the state to replicate in Ireland.
If you can’t spare a couple of euro – send sunblock. I’m going to need it!
Those who wish can support Conor here
Previously: Conor Kavanagh on Broadsheet
Fair play to him.
I like Paul Bettany as a ginger with a beard.
Good luck Conor. High factor sunblock my friend.
Fair dues!
My old boss has done a similar length cycle in Nevada with some cycling club(?) of the Gardaís’ …and he’s in his mid-50s!
Took me more than a day or two to feel normal after doing the Waterford Greenway (only 46km) one random Saturday morning :) …so I do appreciate the effort, fair play ! :)
Friend of mine did East Africa to Cape Town: 11,000km. Visited various local sustainable living projects along the way. Incredible feat.
http://mojoveloproject.com/
Deadly :) …and fair dues!
“I’m after emigrating to San Francisco” he says. Standing in Marin County.
I’d run it.
I partied in Jamaica for a month to save the starving children of Bogota. I asked lots of people for cash but very few paid me. Luckily the insurance paid for the medical care and flight home. I did it for the children.
Fair dues …what did ya need medical care for, if ya don’t mind me askin’ :)
Well, as you ask, it was a combination of factors. After week one I couldn’t take any solids such was the fervent application by myself in all things dancing, swimming in the warm ocean. By the end of week 2 and fuelled by a local juice of aloo vera and Guinness I danced on, thinking only of the orphans I was endeavouring to save. By the end of week 3, although my dancing was now quite jagged, I persevered. The local girls had by now really sucked me dry. They too assured me that the orphans were never far from their thoughts either. Certainly, hopping into the warm ocean for a bout of sexual intercourse can take it out of a man. Orphan children or not. Week 4 descended into a murky haze. I do remember a local gentleman saying that he had never seen such dedication and he freely supported me in my quest. Sadly for me, it was all too much. I put myself through the ringer for those children and still think fondly of them. If you lined it all up you would have to looking a very long line indeed. Possibly stretching from here to infinity and beyond. All for the children. I never once thought of myself. As you ask.