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Do you ever wish you were someone else? Who?
I don’t necessarily want to be someone else. While there are many people I admire, I am and have always been happy with who I am for the most part anyway. We can all be improving. I just want to be a better someone of who I am.
My biggest goal is be a stronger and faster mountain biker and finish a full Ironman in 2021.
What did you do on your last birthday?
It was early May and it was the big five-0. Covid being in full force I didn’t expect anything. Two days before the big day, there is a knocking at the front door. I assumed Fed-Ex dropping off a package, I could see the outline of three people behind the smoked glass windows and though right away, “Great, Jehovah’s Witnesses”. I opened the door and three of my best friends were standing there form Minnesota. A surprise birthday weekend for sure. We hiked, rented mountain bikes, my sister flew down the next day, my mom and a few neighbors. Ended up being a great weekend. One of the best.
What part of the writing process do you dread?
Stopping when I’m in a writing trance. If I’m in a total grove and words are coming together, ideas are jiving – wit is working. I dread when all that comes to a halt. Like finding a hot craps table, when it’s hot it’s hot, when the table cools… man it’s hard to find that energy again. You will find it, but it seems like it's gone forever.
Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?
I don’t know if I get writer’s block. It’s that to start, the stars have to be in alignment. Room temp perfect, clothes must be loose and comfortable, glass of vodka perhaps at the ready. I make up more excuses to not re-start writing than there are things that stop me from writing.
Tell us about your latest release.
It’s a modern day journey made by a guy who thinks planning is for the birds. The outcome, a realization of self and pound of personal growth.
Although I am the self-proclaimed “hero” in this story, I want the undertone of the story to be relatable to everyone who might be in a funk or feeling stuck behind that desk and let them know, you can re-invent yourself. It doesn’t require a bike -- it could be running your first 5K or re-aligning your thinking on relationships. It’s about you making you your hero.
Life-Changing Journey...
...But this is NOT a typical blah-blah-blah memoir
Planning is for sissies. A solo bike ride across the country will be filled with sunshine, lollipops, rainbows, and 80 degree temps every day, right? Not so much. The Great Plains, Rocky Mountains, an alkaline desert, and the Sierra Nevadas lay miles and days ahead. Disappointment with unrealized potential, and the thirst for what’s next drew farther away in the rotating wide-angle shockproof convex rear-view mirror.
"I will ride my bike down a never-ending ribbon of asphalt wearing a backpack."
Cory Mortensen began his bike ride across the United States from Chaska, Minnesota, to Truckee, California, without a route, a timeline, or proper equipment. Along the way, he gained more than technical skills required for a ride that would test every fiber of his physical being and mental toughness. Ride along as he meets “unusual” characters, dangerous animals, and sweet little old ladies with a serious vendetta for strangers in their town.
Humor ■ Insight ■ Adventure ■ Gratitude ■ Peace
From long stretches of road ending in a vanishing point at the distant horizon, to stunning vistas, terrifying close calls, grueling conditions, failed equipment, and joyous milestones he stayed the course and gained an appreciation for the beauty of the land, the genius of engineering and marvel of nature.
DAY TWENTY-TWO
(Takes place September 12, 2001, the day after the terrorist attacks against the US.)
Soon after the Continental Divide, I came across what would become my favorite sign in the world—a yellow diamond shape with a truck going downhill. It was time to stop, check the tyres and brakes—it was peanut butter and jelly time!
My emotions went from dread to elation in mere moments. I found myself overtaking my first car. Pedaling was useless, I didn’t I have enough gear to make it worthwhile, so I rode at the speed of gravity. I smacked my lips, eager to rejuvenate them with water. My main focus was on my speed and keeping my pack from swinging side to side on the turns. I regulated my speed by using my posture. Tucked down, speed increased; straightened up, my body served as an air brake. The brake pads were useless on a downhill like this. Coming to a slow stop in town? No problem. Trying to come to a complete stop doing forty miles per hour plus? Forget about it.
I passed another car, my speed maxing out at forty-five miles per hour. After fifteen minutes, I could see Steamboat Springs in the valley. I couldn’t believe this downhill. It was a present—nay, a reward. It was nine miles of bliss.
Steamboat Springs was more beautiful then I remembered. The last time I had been there was in 1995, when some buddies and I decided to road trip to Moab, Utah, to camp and mountain bike.
My choices of places to stay were abundant, but since I spent the last few hours tackling it, I opted to stay at the Rabbit Ears Motel. I checked in, ordered some Chinese, and turned on the TV. I was eager to finally see the events of the prior days.
The replay of the airplanes smashing into the towers wasn’t resonating. I watched the event repeat itself for thirty minutes, in- terrupted only by tone-deaf commercials. The reporters and news commentators talked, but I didn’t listen to their words. I couldn’t figure out if it was real. How many times had I seen Hollywood blow things up with breathtakingly realistic accuracy? I was more confused than I was upset or angry.
The footage moved from the Twin Towers to a field in Pennsylvania, the wreckage of a smoldering plane, Flight 93, which had crashed in Stonycreek Township. Although the passengers fought with the terrorists to regain control of the plane, in the end, the plane crashed. They played recovered audio of passengers praying, leaving voicemails for loved ones, and planning to fight back. Then they played a voicemail from a man who had been on Flight 175:
“Jules,
This is Brian. Listen, I’m on an airplane that’s been hijacked.
If things don’t go well, and it’s not looking good, I just want you to know that I absolutely love you.
I want you to do good, go have good times—same to my parents and everybody.
I just totally love you… and I’ll see you when you get there.
Bye, babe. I hope I call you.”
At that moment, it all became real. I sat on the bed and cried. I felt so removed from it all.
The crew, the passengers, the people in the buildings and on the ground, the firefighters… they were all somebody’s dad, mom, wife, husband, brother, sister, son, daughter, friend. But they weren’t any of those things to me.
About the Author:
Cory Mortensen has ridden his collection of bicycles over a million miles of asphalt, dirt, mud, and backroads. In addition to the cross-country journey detailed in this book, he has traveled to over fifty-five countries, cycled from Minneapolis to Colorado solo to raise money for children born with congenital heart defects. He’s completed sixteen marathons on five continents, and survived three days of running with the bulls in Spain.
Cory is a certified Advanced PADI diver, and has enjoyed taking in life under the waves in locations all over the world. In 2003, he took time off from roaming, and accidentally started and built a company which he sold in 2013. That same year he married his best friend and explored the state of Texas for two years. The couple sold everything they owned, jumped on a plane to Ecuador and volunteered, trekked, and explored South America for sixteen months before returning to Phoenix, Arizona, where he works as a consultant and is soon to be a bestselling author.
The Buddha and the Bee is his first memoir in which he shares how a two month leave of absence redefined his life’s trajectory of sitting behind a desk and his decision to break society’s chains so he could live life on his terms.
Website: http://www.TheBuddhaAndTheBee.com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/BuddhaAndTheBee
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/CoryMortensenAuthor
Instagram: http://www.instagram.com/CoryMortensenAuthor/
Amazon Hardcover: https://www.amazon.com/Buddha-Bee-Cory-Mortensen/dp/1735498114
Paperback: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1735498122
Kindle: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08FLLBBP9
Indiebound Hardcover: https://www.indiebound.org/book/9781735498119
Paperback: https://www.indiebound.org/book/9781735498126
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ReplyDeleteHappy Monday! Thank you for sharing your author interview and memoir details, it sounds like you had an exciting experience. I am looking forward to reading your story
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ReplyDeleteThank you for taking the time to interview me. Really enjoyed writing this book and I really hope your readers enjoy it as well. Questions and comments always welcome.
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ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing your book Cory! The book blurb kinda reminds me of that scene in the movie Forrest Gump where one day he just decided to start running and ended up traveling across the country several times. Not sure if there's any box of chocolates or a shrimping boat in your story but it sounds interesting all the same. Are there any places in the story that have personal significance to you?
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