|Chris Smedley, 1961-2012|
But last Saturday, their ride was much different– a funeral procession of cyclists riding to honor the man who brought them together in the first place: Chris Smedley, owner of the Bicycle Shack on Blue Ridge Blvd. in South KC.
Smedley passed away April 29 after a battle with pancreatic cancer – one he handled with the positive attitude that characterized his life. He was just 51 years old.
Words in Smedley’s obituary echo what most of his friends say about him: “He not only taught us how to live well – he now has taught us how to go gracefully.”
Born in Kansas City in 1961, Smedley was raised in South KC and Grandview, where he graduated from GHS in 1979. He was buried May 5 at Mt. Moriah Cemetery, after a funeral that was characterized by a sense of celebration, rather than grief. Few black suits were in evidence at the service – instead, many of his friends and family showed up in their cycling gear.
Though cycling was Smedley’s lifelong passion and occupation – his dad owned a bike shop, and Smedley opened his own in 1981 – his friends say it was about something deeper than mere athleticism. Cycling was one of many ways that Smedley brought people together – people who became close friends, all of whom have stories to share about how loving and kind he was.
“There aren’t enough superlatives or accolades to describe how great of a man Chris was, but one of the things I admired most about him was how selfless he was,” said Ben Simon.
“I bought a bike from him, and shortly after that I was diagnosed with a neuro-muscular disorder,” Doug Bolton said. “He sat down with me, worked with me, and showed me how to overcome my disability.”
Bolton soon joined Smedley’s regular Tuesday morning rides and got to know the man.
“He taught me a lot about cycling, and a lot about life,” Bolton said.
More than 20 friends gathered at Neighborhood Café in Lee’s Summit on May 4 to honor Smedley. The breakfast was a continuation of a Friday-morning tradition Smedley started a few years ago, rotating between various local eateries.
“He came to these breakfasts until about three weeks ago, and he always had a smile on his face,” Bolton said. “He was a true fighter. He was fighting up until the day he died.”
Throughout his battle with cancer, “ChrisStrong - Keep Rollin’” bracelets were made to increase public awareness of those battling cancer in the Kansas City area and beyond.
It was indicative of the man, and the love he had for his friends, family and community.
In fact, Smedley’s biggest legacy, Bolton said, has less to do with cycling and more to do with friendship and love.
“You see this, right here?” Bolton said, gesturing at the crowd. “That’s cycling. That’s what Chris gave us. Going out and riding with friends, the social atmosphere he created…when we’d ride, jokes would start flying, stories would start coming…we’d have a blast!”
Jason Starforth, Smedley’s son, agreed.
“It wasn’t always about racing with him,” he said, “it was about the camaraderie. Just going out, laughing, talking, being around people you know.”
With cyclists of all skill levels involved in Smedleys’ rides, he’d never let anyone fall behind.
“When you’re riding in a group, sometimes you’re having a bad day and you can find yourself at the back of the pack, all alone,” Bolton said. “He’d fall back and ride with you. That was really cool.”
Several friends shared variations on that story – being stuck at the back of the group, struggling with a hill, feeling frustrated, only to look up and see Smedley’s smiling face.
“He always took care of new people, and made sure they didn’t get left behind,” said Donna Swift.
Jim Flath agreed, recalling that when he first started riding, he struggled more than once.
“If you were slowing down, he’d hang back with you. You’d get to the top of that big hill and he’d be there waiting for you.”
Bert Swift, who works at the Bicycle Shack, said the business was more than just a job for Smedley – his vocation and his avocation were the same thing.
“He made going to work very pleasant,” Swift said. “You wanted to work. You wanted to help.”
“Nobody that came into the Bicycle Shack was just a customer to Chris,” said Ben Simon. “Everyone was a friend that he needed to help.”
One aspect of Smedley’s life surfaces over and over in conversations with his friends – how nice he was. But Starforth said Smedley never would have thought of himself that way.
“He was such a compassionate person; he’d do anything for anybody. But that was just how he was. It seems normal to me. That’s what he taught me – if someone needs something, you help them.”
John Tye said Smedley went above and beyond the normal commitments of a small business owner.
“My wife and I were very young and she was pregnant, so I sold both our junk cars to buy one reliable car for her. I purchased a bike from Chris. I rode to and from work for two years, rain, snow or shine,” Tye recalled. “In that time I had a few breakdowns and Chris would come to where I worked, take my bike back to the shop, repair it and return it to my work so I’d have a way to get home. Because of that service I never went anywhere else and I continued to get that kind of service for the next 24 years.”
Brian Lasswell, a competitive cyclist, said Smedley’s regular business hours were flexible when it came to racers.
“Being on a race team, if you had a race the next day and needed work done on your bike, he didn’t even think twice about keeping his shop open late,” Lasswell said. Smedley, whose shop sponsors racing teams, would even do that for cyclists who were competing against him.
Though Starforth and his sister, Elizabeth, are technically Smedley’s stepchildren, he was always “Dad” to them. Starforth remembers the first time he ever met Smedley, and said his patience and kindness were evident.
“I was in about first grade, and he was visiting with my mom. He had a really nice Cougar and I started stacking gravel rocks on the hood in a pyramid.”
But when Smedley came out and saw the stack of rocks on his car, he didn’t get angry or annoyed.
“He just laughed and said, ‘What have I gotten myself into?’” Starforth recalled.