The Illiterate Cyclist, 33423 Ford Road, Garden City, MI (2026)

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12/16/2025

WISH-A-MILE 2026: "Oh, will you shut up about the damn Swiss..."

(WAM Rider Page Donation Link, Please Donate Below)
https://makeawishmichigan.donordrive.com/participant/Ivan-Arnot-2025
..Let's get the 39th Annual WAM 300 off on the right foot for Make-A-Wish Foundation of Michigan, and the right foot is not the Swiss foot, unless that's what caused my plantar fasciitis at work. Then, then we can blame the Swiss for that, too.

Now, if it walks like a Bobcat, squawks like a Bobcat, and is Bobcat, we sure as Hell better bobsled Bobcat. In 2026, we will be Jamaica, we have a Bobcat Team. For the record, I genuinely don't know what a Bobcat looks like, sounds like, or does. It's probably going to be three racoons on a taboggan, wearing p**f ball hats, and ski goggles. I've been made to understand that people in Michigan don't believe that Frankenmuth exists, Kowalski's has a Sausage Beer, and what a taboggan does. We'll prove them wrong, I'll prove that I can bring a proper team to WAM next year, and I'll prove that another joke will fall on a false note.

Because where would WAM be without a bit whimsy and silly heartedness, lest we tell any naysayers what to do with a quarter. So, let's get the start of next year's WAM training rides started off right. These are a handful of shots from rides since the beginning of August, or the end of the last WAM, or the start of a brand new phone after the previous one got waterlogged the day after a very soggy 300 miles. Many of these were already on other social media, some laying in wait for later, some that hit the cutting room floor, and others I was in the midst of a Cranksgiving food drive project for on my Tugs To The City tour through the month of November, but those aren't shown here. I'll put up a post for that soon after it's all set and done, so my parents have no choice to accept what I'd done. I still haven't become a kid of the k-hole after all this, so that's something to look positively towards as people try to look away at where I went.

But, it's where I'm going, where we're going as a family that matters in the end. On the final weekend in July of 2026 we will all join again, mount our steeds, and head out into the sunrise to ride and grant Wishes again. Oh, do I wish we're riding into a sunrise, and not a downpour down a hill this time. 300 miles is a long stretch to think about the weight of your impact, stories told, sights seen, introspection built on a storyboard no one can see, the nonsensical humming of a man in a bank line, a tell he's hit middle age, "Hey, here's a fresh one from me "shuba doop doo...!" Though the song may change hands, hold a different tone, the upbeat nature and joy Wish-A-Mile brings all these years later has never changed. Because although we are riding for children fighting critical illnesses, a dark spot on a sunny afternoon; we can offer them power, to be their own "Superman" or Superwoman. A Wish, to their dream's content, is more than just a trip, meeting their idol, a piece of peace, mobility, or playscape, it's an offer of Hope. The memories with family, friends, and the escapism of adventure that awaits is transformative. It gives a kid struggling with an illness, a sickness that is robbing them of their childhood, a fork in the road away from it for awhile, and what many parents will say was the mental push to know there's so many of us standing beside them that they're not in this alone, and help themselves heal and push against the grain of what their bodies fighting them on. A Wish offers positive memories, happiness, and Hope that if there's this, there can also be a light at the end of this cave of pain, and I'll push up and out of it.

Hopefully, in time, my words will actually become infectious, and others will want to "Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!" We've become a smaller, but immovable force over the years. We need to build our ranks again, carry this on through the next decade. Less we forget what Goldfinger sang, "So here I am. Growing older all the time. Looking older all the time. Feeling younger in my mind. So here I am. Doing everything I can. Holding on to what I am. Pretending I'm a Superman." Join us, join our League, become your own Superman to offer "Hope" to these children.

Of course, if you don't want to ride, but can donate, go to my WAM Rider page above. All donations directly go to Make-A-Wish Foundation of Michigan.

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08/27/2025

WISH-A-MILE 2025!

"Friends" (Episode 38): "The One With Rain In It."

Final look book for one of the best spectacles on two wheels, sort of (they lost original film of original Doctor Who due to a flood, and I lost many pictures).

*As a note, you see a bunch of friendship bracelets in one of the pics. I had hoped my Wish Hero Aria who I was riding for this year would be at the finish to surprise her with the some 30 friendship bracelets myself and the AEW Wrestling Pick'Ems League had made. Her Wish was to get to see Taylor Swift at the Eras Tour, and her happiest moment was trading friendship bracelets with other Swifties. Alas, she didn't make it to the Heroes Hurrah at the end of our 300 miles. Like Aria, Devon, my confused stand-in for the picture, also suffers from Cystic Fibrosis. Thanks for stepping in for my Wish Kid, it was awkward, I was awkward, you were awkward, my story didn't make sense, but you get to hold onto this moment...REMEMBER ME! Did Aria get her bracelets mailed to her??????????

At some point over those three days and multiple hundreds of miles I had convinced myself that I had never experienced dryness in my entire life, that I'd always just been wet. For 200 miles I just stayed in a constant state of a milky lens, perpetually damp, hair dripping as if made of seaweed, watching water spurt out at every downstroke, wondering if there would be an end to this, a finish, and the question...have you ever drunken Bailey's from a shoe? But, I think that with this, with WAM, with Make-A-Wish, and what it can really offer to all these children, we can suffer the small stuff for them to bring them into the sunlight. We just have to remember to let our hearts hold onto the good parts, and our wounds scar in good looking ways. We wanna love what we had when we had it and not carry a scorched memory for the rest of our days. And, till the end of many of our days, I think we'll all prolly keep on doing this, as Hope springs eternal.

And what wells of Hope I've pulled pictures from for this years WAM 300 are short about 100 unseen pictures. Yeah, so after the first two days of rain, and a blissful ride into the Heroes Hurrah on Sunday, my phone officially s**t the bed that following Monday from being waterlogged. I'm way too far from text savvy to run the emulator on my computer for my Pixel. Everything unseen washed away. Time to face reality, dead weight falls and it sets you free. So, these aren't any different than the ten posts I had done during the ride for anyone that already saw these on Instagram during WAM. But, that also means the backlogged pics of a vintage Toyota meet, gravel adventures, and spelunking in abandoned buildings are all gone too. But, hey! I still won myself a Make-A-Wish Hoodie for the social media challenge, and I didn't forget where I lived this time around, so it won't be delivered to a random person in the Hood.

My Wish for what I wanted to be was a Newsie at the turn of the century, delivering Papes and trying to bring down the Captains of Industry with song, for the record. And The World Will Know.

In the end, there has to be some whimsy here. We're riding our bikes some 300+ miles across Michigan, bunch of adults on bicycles in funny looking outfits, and we've been at it for nearly 40 years now. But, our struggle is merely symbolic. They Wish, We Ride is part our credo. We ride to endure, to raise awareness, and to generate funding for Make-A-Wish Foundation of Michigan. Through them as a family of cyclists we gather to ride and raise money to offer transformative Wishes to critically ill children. Be it Disney World, a family vacation, their very own Fortress of Solitude, or maybe some piece of adaptive equipment, we deliver more than that ask, we deliver Hope. The Wish offers a way to pull an ailing child stricken with something like cancer a road back to what childhood is again, creates unbreakable memories, giving them that extra piece to fight their condition, to pull them out of a pit of despair and back towards the grand childhood they deserve. And, for over 500 kids, we were able to grant that WISH, offer that HOPE this year at over $1.6 Million raised through Sunday at WAM in 2025!

Now's the point where I'd ask you to donate to this years cause by the end of the month, but it's probably more helpful to keep all this in mind as we role into fundraising for the 39th Annual Wish-A-Mile 300 as the cycle starts a new in a couple months, and I have a new training montage to uphold for the 2026 WAM season and fundraising.

And, one final note, a question, perhaps. Did anyone else see the scene Wammies Night with the 5 prostitutes, the drug dealer missing the trunk on his Buick, the two men giving each other a rubdown in the stairwell, and a guy hobbling up, pulling out Pop Tarts from his back pockets, and then they all shared Pop-Tarts? What about the bloody knife on the road at mile 20 of Day 2?!

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07/18/2025

WISH-A-MILE 2025: The Final Countdown (July 25-27!)

This is the time to make these donations count. DONATE BELOW

( https://makeawishmichigan.donordrive.com/participant/Ivan-Arnot-2024 ) Greatly appreciate my Grandma Chris and Cousin Theresa for bumping up to the $2000 donation mark!

Culinary, coronary, get the choir prepped and ready. Sing a blessed chorus to me. Operate on my notes. Don't hesitate with what's deserved. These are scraps from the neck, built to my final form, modern surgery currently sounds good to me. This year has been fraught with struggles. Up to 8 failed tires, two sets of failed wheels, a third Quill to rewrite my dismay from Velocity on the way. Prolonged sicknesses, undying winds, and sleeping in heat. I'm actually sick again as we speak, very likely that I got another throat infection because we have a person at work with an outspoken p**p fe**sh. I wish I were joking. But, yet, here I am with a final training montage, a hopeful ask for a few more donations as we come into the 38th Annual Wish-A-Mile 300.

I would have really hoped I had manifested a team this year out of some of my buddies, properly brought new blood in, but it's hard to fully encapsulate the WAM300 to people without them seeing it in full. And, yes, our numbers have greatly dwindled due to unforeseen tragedies and societal implosions in the past few years. I think 300 riders this year, opposed to the 1000's we had pre pandemic.

But, the will, the message, we carry on. As an unorthodox family of Michigan Cyclists we are on a path to help Make-A-Wish Foundation of Michigan grant an unprecedented 500 Wishes this year through the WAM 300, the largest of their fundraising events. What started as a small group of cyclists thinking up an off the wall bike tour of, "Hey, if I ride X amount of miles, what can you help me donate back to Make-A-Wish," has led to this, almost 40 years in now. The ride is more symbolic now, it's not about us getting to go on a cycling vacation (this is the only break I'm allowed to take from work), about our struggles as cyclists. Yes, we'll struggle, we'll chafe, we'll want to tap out, but it's not about us. We endure those miles, those saddle sores, the sunburn, the lack of understanding from our family or coworkers, the awkward asks for money. Oh, oh, no hobo. And we do it for all the children stuck in hospitals, in pain, in confusion, childhood slipping away from them as they battle a critical illness. Our struggle to push towards the end, to not succumb to the 300 miles, we are riding towards them with Hope on our backs. Cancer, tumors, heart conditions, seizures, brain hemorrhages, these aren't things these kids asked for, nor should have ever had to face. But, by offering them that Wish to go on a family vacation, to Disney World, a bedroom makeover to allow them to access the world in broader paint strokes, a way to create memories, know that they're loved, and that they get to have their childhood back, that's what this is for. And, as most parents will say, that Wish granted is transformative, it offers them the Hope that their World is not so bleak, that the pain can be fought and concurred, and the inner strength a Wish emotes is sometimes a way to fight their condition mentally as part of the two pieces to recovery.

And a little extra special bonus for this year, a little piece of my childhood is coming to WAM. Each year, all of us WAM Riders get a Wish Hero, a child we ride for who's Wish was granted the previous year because of our efforts. This year I'm riding for Aria. She's struggling with Cystic Fibrosis at the tender age of 7. That's not ok, that's not how life is supposed to be. But, she did recently get a respite from the struggle. Her Wish was to go to the Taylor Swift Eras Tour. And her happiest moment was trading friendship bracelets with other Swifties. I hate Taylor Swift, btw. Anyone ever hear Wyandotte's own The Drunken Cuddle do a cover of "Shake It Off"? To that end, I went down dark paths to try and get in front of John Cena to come to WAM a few years back. When all along I was a Maxwell Jacob Freidman guy. I'm definitely more down to be doing MJF dirtbag s**t. So, I coopted my AEW Pick'Ems League into putting together a care package for her when I see her at the Heroes Hurrah at the finish line on the 27th (HINT: LAST PIC). Coming in hot with a fresh jersey that day, too (not the final rendering you see here). The Bog assimilates all, straight out of Leu Lay Lea!

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07/02/2025

The Awful Waffle Ride: Bourdain was right, I was wrong.

I didn't want to just replicate my Waffle House ride into Ohio from last year, but I did need to endeavor on a similar, arduous journey. Bad decisions, excessive miles, jokes in my head that have no punchline, but wouldn't land even if they did. They say whatever doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. That's not true. Whatever doesn't kill you just makes you much, much weaker. Being the grumpy, old man at work really doesn't work in my field, the kids will pester and underwhelm you no matter what. And, to that end, I'm always playing hurt, frazzled, and of unsound mind even before I get on a bike anymore.

Yet, one soldiers on, to at least enter the pain cave to handle the bigger burden each time; not because it's easier the next time, just that you know now you can follow it through to the end. So, I decided to head Northwards this time, up into the crook of my Thumbs callus. Kind of looked at what roads seemed most pratical, points of intetrest along the way, and a good midpoint to refuel, have second breakfast. Last year's ride wound up being about 146 miles, and even with exhaustion creeping at my back, I handled that. And, I had to.... I have my base, but you have to put in training rides for the bigger events, the bigger picture. The biggest picture for me every year being supporting and now riding in the Wish-A-Mile 300 in July, as we ride and raise money to grant Wishes to critically ill children through Make-A-Wish Foundation of Michigan. We're less than a month away from our 38th Annual event, set to grant over 500 Wishes, a record worth struggling and fighting for when we understand what's at stake.

In my head Fair Haven, MI and even a little beyond seemed completely plausible, and on back to the Hood in Inkster. Oooh, this is where you pipe in a song from...don't dare, self. The one thing in the back of my head holding out hope, family, tradition, and happiness, was the memory of John Candy. I was going to get a massive pancake at Buck's Diner in Fair Haven, with eyes as wide as Mackaulay Culkin's in "Uncle Buck". NO! Windmills Don't Work That Way!

And our troubles, we can't leave them behind. But the wind blows and blows them all away. And the road goes... and takes them all away... back into our dreams. Anchors away my freinds, their were troubles. Let's set aside that I did this in May, hoping the days ahead were'nt going to be as bitter as those behind me. But, man, the temperatures had not picked up yet, and the winds have not yet stopped setting me asail. Thinking I would get some exellent sunrise pitures along the coast, not knowing all of the shore all along through the "Grosse" territory is privately owned that I got one was dismaying picture. As I finally got past the clear and present excess Martin Blank was escaping from, I thought I was on a clearer path. No, those roads that look like real roads online are on an active military base once you get past Boat Town. That's a place. Yet, you see signs that say you can pass through, eat at their restaurants, play at their golf course as a civilian. Road up to the gate thinking I still could keep the message, thinking, "Hey, a Wish Rider? You're good, man. We'll es**rt you through." NOOOOO! Within minutes a security vehicle pulled up behind me from the actual public road, surounded by four guys, asking for my credentials. Hands on hips as I went to grab for my ID in the back of my jersey pocket. About 15 minutes later after very unnecessary questioning I hurriedly backed out of there. Had to make a large loop back out of there, through some less than polite traffic to get into Mt. Clemens. In the end I made it up to Anchor Bay, my Bouncing Soul kind of defeated. It was only 11am, but I was feeling it at this point.

Time for food. Firstly, a lot of places have clearly went under the Yellow Submarine and drowned up there. Looking at options downtown I settled on a brand new Mexican restaurant. I support Birria anything, tacos, burritos, ramen. As I lay my bike up against the building, I noticed a 24hr Coney Island across the street, but wouldn't I have been a dick just changing direction to have my breakfast...? As I sit there just devouring food short of the other small group in there, two older white women walked up, came inside. The one lady looked at the menu, asking, "Are these, like, burritos?" All Mexican staff, the Manager very clearly explained (to me, y o' ole!) the menu to them, about the tacos, burritos, sides, tortas, horchata, drinks. Lady asked, "Um, do you speak the American language." Holy, f**k! No response. Then she said, "Oh, we're actually fine, just passing through." Finished my food and headed back Westward and wayward as I tried to find a better path. Picked up a large nail that went through the top and out the side of my rear tire, complete tubless fail; and it hit so hard that the rolling impact cracked bearings in my hub, basically ruining it by the end of the ride. And then, the storm.

Not 15 minutes after installing a tube, hands sticky from Peaty's Speckled P*e P*e, my body told my brain, "you've got 5 minutes before you're going to have to deal with something bad." I don't know if it was the "Elote' that made me explode," but I think the penguin taqueria was working some kinks out. I made the rash decision to jump into the wood along a road, hoping a family with kids on bikes didn't see me, lest they think I knew of a trail there. Turns out I dropped into someone's MX/ATV track in the woods. Proceeded to find the most comfortable looking fallen tree, got fully naked besides my socks and shoes (bike clothes, man), and aggressively dumped out. The only time I felt hot and sweaty the entire ride. I had to sacrifice my nearly new Pabst Blue Ribbon Collab gloves from Hand Up (still want me as an Ambassador?), and a pair of my Make-A-Wish/WAM 300 socks. Those socks cost $1800. You don't know why, but they do, and I can't just replace them. I hope no one tried to pick either up, there's p**p on those there. Fully, partially, dressed again, I pushed on home, butt crunchy, 55 more miles to go.

Found a slightly better route South through The Burbs, only to hit more Grosse, fiscal gluttony again. Had the extreme pleasure to shoulder check a unwarranted, privileged youth salmoning down the road on a excessively fast electric scooter as she screamed at people to move until I checked her and she slammed into the brick facade of essential oils apothecary. I'm not a good person, if anyone didn't know. And, then I hit the ghettos of North Detroit, feeling like I was back home again. Running afoul of some Scrapper Boys at a low-rider bikefest outside of the Masonic Temple..."We Do!" (Simpson's reference) that weren't about me taking pictures of their cookout. And onto a quieter, more uncivilized cookout round the bend. What smells like the rubble of genocide? Burning gas, tires, and racoon fur. In a once noble park, now destitute, but sometimes a flutter with charity as people setup a cookout for the local homeless, did I see a downtrodden street crew throwing water bottles of gasoline on a bonfire spire of trash and tires as the hobbled around Sir's prewarmed crackpipe.

And on and on the tires turned for another 16 miles, rear hub angrily loping in protest, all the way back to my chaotic hood in Inkster. You can get a lot for a little, if you just live life with lowered expectations you can. Back home after 116 miles of mishaps, and in the shower I went. Just realizing then that it wasn't a saddle sore bugging me on the way back. A tick had made home while experiencing Montezuma's Revenge in the forest, right on the perennial cleft of my lower right buttocks.

But hey, my pain is your pleasure. And if you feel any remorse, want to help me out with my misfortunes, the LINK BELOW is my Wish-A-Mile 300 fundraising page. I don't see a dime of that, it goes directly to Make-A-Wish Foundation, on behalf of Cyclists in Michigan. And, give me a couple more weeks and I'll have one more pre-WAM writeup with a different picture mix.

( https://makeawishmichigan.donordrive.com/participant/Ivan-Arnot-2024 )

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05/31/2025

Fitmi! 10th Anniversary Gravel Ride, JUNE 15 !

My Sister, Jessica "MAXimum Attack" Brutalitus, is celebrating the 10th Anniversary of her Professional Bike Fitting Business (FitMI!) with an expose of Seven Cycles and a Gravel Ride out of Ann Arbor.

Max is one of the most prolific Bike Fitters in the country, whom I sent many of my customers to, or how some of my customers found me over the years. Working in unison with Sic Transit Cycles, FITMI offers dynamic bike fitting, as well as custom tailored options from Seven Cycles, Gunnar, Allied, Argon 18, and anything her conspirators can dream up.

She's super worried no one will show, so I'd appreciate you roll up to Sic Transit/Fitmi! on the 15th for a nice little gravel jaunt around Ann Arbor. Maybe a little over 30 miles (you can always ride around AA or abound elsewhere to add more). Wouldn't be one of her rides without some whackadoo stops for weird pictures. Look, if we wind up at the cemetery that is literally filled with unmarked graves of orphaned children again, that's not on me. And, before or after the ride, if you're in need of eats, there's a Diner right next door. Or, for those looking for a quicker buzz, Lowertown A2 Cafe is at the end of the block. Is it a Coffee House or is it a Brewery? You'll have to check it out.

Check the link below, bring your friends. Seven Cycles will be on hand with a slew of their Titanium rigs. And, most importantly, if you are needing to perfect the comfort of your bike or optimize the fit for a specific purpose, this would be the time to look into her services...she's very well respected, and you do need to book appointments to get in that line for perfection. Of course, if you just need to talk shop, Sic Transit Cycles is literally right next door.

https://bikefitmi.com/gravel-mi/

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04/01/2025

Writes Of Spring: Wish-A-Mile Training Update (and MODELING!)

https://makeawishmichigan.donordrive.com/participant/Ivan-Arnot-2024

Who likes Rockabilly? Who likes Fighter Pilots? Who likes Embryonic Rockabilly Polka-Dotted Fighter Pilots?

I promised a new Team Jersey in January, and by any luck of the draw, I followed through on not committing to that promise. But, an even better point, this is NOT that jersey. Whatever came out here, came out really bad, things are just missing from the design, and proofs, so next month we'll revisit, like April. Technically you'll have four Team Jerseys to choose from now. Just give me a minute here.

Ah, but maybe that's the key here. The curiosity pushes the nail deeper. How would you like to join the greatest show on the road? I'm taking open submissions for Team Riders that want to build something for the future, to keep Wish A Mile alive, active, fun, and growing for Make-A-Wish Foundation of Michigan. This will be the 38th Annual Wish-A-Mile 300 Bike Tour, and I'm outstandingling happy I was finally able to make the transition last year from Tour Bike Mechanic to a proper WAM Rider, even if I'd always riding for that in my horizon. The WAM 300 is Make-A-Wish of Michigan's largest fundraiser each year, and I'd be fair to say filled with the most driven, selfless, and postive ones out of the bunch. It's the one weekend each year where we go from a bunch of masochists rambling down our worn and tattered roads on what some see as children's toys, to become one large WAM Family. A huge collective of Cyclists from Michigan and beyond with the sole goal to offer a Wish. A Wish that can fill a child struggling with cancer, brain tumours, heart conditions, and any other unfathomable critical illness with real hope. To their wildest dreams, Make-A-Wish Michigan can grant a Wish that takes them to new heights. A way away from the fear, the pain, the unknown about their future. We strive to raise funds each year, torture ourselves on our bikes to broadcast a visual message, that we're there for them to offer a family beyond their family, a Wish for their better days. And a Wish can do that, help them fight their illness beyond just the treatment, because hope, happiness, and positive memories are part of that battle to have a will to live, a will to fight.

These year, we aim to grant 500 Wishes. And, with an estimated 800 children being diagnosed with a critical illness this year, that's a hard pill to swallow. So, if you'd like to donate, hop to my link below. It can't all be dog sitting, hawking hackneyed blazers on E-Bay, and little bumps from Grandma's Christmas and Birthday Cards. She's turning 90?! What a lady!

Better yet, JOIN THE TEAM, JOIN A TEAM, JOIN UP AND RIDE! Nobody is paying us to go on a cycling vacation here. You are directly impacting a childs life who is struggling with a severe illness. You're forcing me to ride 300 miles in one go, probably far more once I veer off course again. We know the impact, the hope fuels our hearts to keep pushing forward, from bonds we build, and the actual children and families we meet, and the stories they tell. And once you're in it, it's with you for life, through the good and the bad. It's ok to wake up in the morning with a piece of the past caught in your throat. It can throttle you forward to better things. Although, I normally just crash into my dresser most mornings.

It was a crummy Winter, a new-hire at work gave me the dreaded sea lice, and I was sick for two months; but, hey, here's your ride montage of life in Detroit.

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