If you live long enough, you may sense an errand in the maze of you, an invoice scented with some foreign urgency may cross the smooth desktop of your later days. A spring whose source is deep within the cleft rock of you floods your dreams, soaking your repose with the anxiety reserved for those who have cared much but done less. You visit the dark pantheon of your past and try to explain to departed friends that you miss them and surely they don’t mind the dust and weeds that hide their markers. That is why I decided to join SMARTride10 and the 600 cyclists who covered 165 miles from Miami to Key West in two days. I didn’t have an answer when asked several months ago why I had signed up for this and what satisfaction I’d gain other than the raising of funds to support agencies that ameliorate the lives of those living with HIV/AIDS in south Florida. It wasn’t until the closing miles of the ride, that my mind opened a file containing the memory of another place and another set of pedals.