Referencing the article on CNN.com this morning where two older men went hunting together and both died from heart attacks…
How do you want to go?
Seems to me these guys went out doing something meaningful…
If I can’t go peacefully in my sleep next to my wife…let it be while riding or running next to my best good friend, riding one of our favorite rides…or on our Battery run in Charleston, SC.
not sure about myself but my brother wants to go out with a show
hands duct taped to the handlebars of his seadoo…wearing a superman suit…he’ll do some obligitory loops around the upper pool of the Niagra Falls…then launch himself off into the great wide at full throttle. That is if he knew he was on borrowed time.
despite the morbidity of this thread I must say I am compelled to answer.
on a 60 mph descent off the side of a switchback and over a cliff with my bike clipped under me.
After watching my dad for the past year suffer through ALS there can’t be a worse way to go. OTOH, the best way would be crossing the finish line of a race and drop dead. Traumatizing to the spectators but what a way to go!
I prefer to die in a sudden accident or in service of my country. Fast and spectacular with lots of wreckage (but no other casualties).
Odd you mention this. I know four people killed by cars on their bikes. Four. I wager the statisical likelyhood is that I will be killed before age 50 by a car on my bike. Not a bad way to go.
…In the deep throws of passion with my lovely wife when we are both 110 years old…it’s getting closer!
Normally, I’m not up at 7:30 in the morning posting on Slowtwitch, but I’m actually waiting for a call about my great-uncle who died overnight.
His wife has been on O2 for like 10 years because she has emphysema after a lifetime of smoking. He’s taken pretty good care of her given that they’re both getting up there in years.
At 4 am he sat up in bed, pounded his chest a few times and layed back down and died.
Heart attack - or so they think.
Seems to me it’s not so much how you die, but how you live.
How do I want to go? Last.
Woody
I want to be frozen and thawed 1,000 years later so I can see the kick butt new Cervelo P861’s
Maybe by then they’ll have good enough technology to fit me with new parts and such and I can ride like a mad man.
Trae
With a big audience, a rousing speech, an anthem, and the realisation the curtain was about to come down. I would like to have time for the self realisation that I achieved it all and had a good time doing it.
Shortly thereafter I’d be haunting a few select people…starting with the guy that sold me my first bicycle when i was 4. God, those solid rubber tyres hurt…
How do I want to go? kicking and screaming, the grim reaper better bring an assistant that day.
Truthfully I would like to go doing something, not laying in bed. A fall while climbing, hit by a car on the bike, parachute malfunction, blowing a descent on the bike, backcountry ski accident. The only one I think I will pass on is drowning, I had a close call with this once. Not on my list of ways to go.
How do you want to go?
I’m not sure of the details, but it probably involves triplets, chocolate syrup, and, oh, nevermind.
First of all, my biggest fear is being killed while riding my bike by one of our local city buses, namely Ottawa Transport. I have had way too many close calls.
How do I want to go ?
Two options both somewhere north of the age of 70
Option A (preferred): Flying down and over the guardrail of a switchback at 90 kph after having summitted Ventoux in my grandpa gear using a triple. Ideally, they will put up a little slab of stone just past the Simpson Memorial to a all crazy citizen athletes who perish with the “rubber side up” but having a hell of a ride !
Option B: From a heart attack, two steps after crossing the finish line on Kailua Pier or Lakeshore Drive in Penticton.
Both options are fast and quick. I’d like to be active to my last day and not bed ridden.
Great thread !
Dev
peacefully in my sleep from just wearing out somewhere in my 90’s…I would like to be holding my husband’s hand.
no wreck, no accident, no heartattack, no pain. just go to sleep one night and not wake up on earth again.
One of my favorite t-shirts:
I want to go out quietly in my sleep like my grandfather, not screaming in terror like the passengers in his car.
ars
I just want a nice statue at the site of the crash.
something like 90 years old, riding up a long climb in the mountains getting to the top, looking at the view, sitting down because I feel a bit tired, lying down on a bench and then gone peacefully in a beautiful place.
either that or the Woody Allen way ‘I am not afraid of death, but when it comes, I’d rather be somewhere else’
I’d like to consciously step out of my worn-out vessel a very long time from now.
Riding Haley’s Comet next time it swings around… in my black Nike sneakers. That would be sweet.
I want to go fast, really fast. I don’t care how. I would like my kids to be grown, though.
I’ve seen too many friends and family die slow, hideous deaths. There many, many fates worse than death.
I have some role models:
Jim Fixx - died while running
Harold - a business associate - died playing tennis
Walter? - died at the finish line of a duathlon
Nelson Rockefeller - died in the bed of his 20 something “secretary”
They all lived full lives and went out doing something they loved. May I be so lucky.
“It is never too late to fix your childhood!” Tom Robbins