Nathan Fillion once said, “I like to say there’s certain things you can’t take back: One of them is ‘I love you,’ and one of them is bullets.” Today was the first time in my life I had direct contact with bullets.
bulletsWe were cycling along when I heard this noise you hear when cars pass across loose stones on the road, or sewage covers – babang babang… Listen.

When we realised the noise was coming from the road, we turned off the Freeway into an entrance on the side of the road and found what I had heard about but had never seen. A shooting range.

What kind of people would spent their Saturday afternoon with mufflers on their ears shooting at targets that remotely look like people with guns that are used by special forces in war zones with each shot costing maybe 20-30 cents?

They were terribly nice people. They promised to put up information on An Saol on their Facebook site. They congratulated us on the good work we are doing.

How often have we been told to ‘bite the bullet’? To endure (and accept) the unavoidable situation of our injured loved ones and that of our own difficult situation.

We won’t accept that. Instead, we will have a shot a changing what should not, in the first instance, ever have become reality.

And this bicycle ride will teach us how to make it happen. Not because we come across all sorts of strange things, including shooting ranges, but because we go beyond of what at least I thought I was capable of doing, with friends I never spent more than a few hours with at a time.

Tomorrow will be a big day, up Big Sur, up at 6 am in order to make it. We’ll give it a shot.