Some time back, in the early planning stages of this event, the Groody Bros. were presented with an offer that just could not be refused. No, it didn’t have anything to do with that scoundrel Pendergast. This offer came in the form of a gift, a very special gift.
It just so happens that there resides in our fair metropolis an artist of some renown who also fancies himself as a bit of a cyclist. Being such, he loves to entwine his two passions and creates paintings that have graced the covers and interior pages of widely read cycling periodicals. These original works of art, when for purchase, can easily fetch a rather handsome figure.
By the by, this fellow became aware of our intent to host a gala event upon the two wheeled contraptions. He quickly beat a path straight to our door and made us an astounding offer. With our consent, he wished to create a unique painting that would be distinctively tailored to concur with the theme of this bash! We obviously were quite flattered that he would make such a proposal. Regrettably, we explained, our budget was far too modest to commission such a piece. That is when he dropped the most amazing bolt from the blue. He was willing to donate the painting absolutely free of charge, no strings attached! We could do with it what ever we wished.
Of course one of our brothers, who will not be mentioned by name, immediately began to scheme a plan to convert this windfall into expensive cigars and strong whiskey. Needless to say, the rouge was dealt with in swift and appropriate fashion and is now in accord with the rest. It was easily determined that the most advantageous use of this gift would be to raffle it off and give the proceeds to worthy charities. And what better charities than those who work to provide the youth of the city with bicycles.
Who, you might ask, is our generous benefactor? What person would make such a magnamus gift? Whose philanthropic nature chose to bestow this honor on us? Why, none other than the incredibly talented Kevin Nierman! For those unfamiliar with this fine young man we offer what follows, his own literary “self portrait”.
Growing up in rural Missouri, Kevin Nierman learned to utilize the bicycle for
entertainment and inspiration as he explored the gravel roads on his second-hand Schwinn Stingray knock-off. Thirty years and thousands of miles later of not really being sure of exactly where he was pedaling to, he’s back on another second-hand Schwinn (a real one) after finally discovering that the ride IS the destination. When he’s not with his family and friends riding bicycles, or thinking about bicycles or just staring at bicycles, he draws them.