There’s a certain hubris of youth that causes you to continuously convince yourself that your body is invisible. It can challenge you to swear off the comforts that others swear by just to prove that you can take it and that your body is stronger than the elements.
Written by: Ruth Waite
On Monday, July 24 we arrived in Newton, MS for our last night in Mississippi before heading into Alabama the next day. When I arrived around 2:00 pm, after a 72 mile ride, I saw on our whiteboard that at 3:30 we were going to have a trip to get frozen yogurt. It was slightly later than 3:30, but not much, and we rounded up people who wanted to go to Mr. Mike’s Frozen Yogurt shop.
Written by: Mark Murphy
Lord, thank you for allowing me to participate in the experience of a lifetime.
Thanks for providing 3,600 miles of vistas and the ability to see the glorious flora and fauna of this great land.
Thank you for giving me 25 new family members to care for and love.
Written by: Cheryl Shattuck
In preparing for this journey, I was riding on the Derry/Windham rail trail. This is one of my favorite places. Most of the trail is under a canopy of trees. One feels very secluded from the businesses and residential areas nearby.
This particular day, I was confronted with the sights and sounds of major construction. The canopy had been ripped wide open. Construction vehicles of all sizes and sounds were invading the peace and serenity I had taken for granted. Initial shock gave way to anger. And then a thought occurred to me that changed everything.
What a wonderful day! At last we are out of the hills and the traffic. The scenery has been beautiful and continued to be so today. The terrain has remarkably leveled out. Of course, we’re still experiencing a heat wave (but being from Southwestern Indiana it’s not so unusual to me). Continue reading
Written by: Mike Powers
On Thursday, I had the pleasure of cycling in a group with an injured Macy. It was her unfortunate ankle accident that brought us all together at the same pedal speed for one day. Otherwise, she is much too fast for our cycling abilities. Her misfortune was our gain, and we took advantage of our time together.
Let’s cut to the chase–my blog today is fully dedicated to telling you about the overall awesomeness of Macy, and to find out if our readers have any potential suitors in their lives that may match up well with Macy’s overall awesomeness. (By the way, this blog has not been approved by Macy; her initial reaction should be priceless.)
Written by: Lou Cooper
I started the 2017 FCBA cross-country ride with the goal of biking coast to coast and to raise money for the Fuller Center organization.
So far the ride has added up to be so much more than these two expectations. Participating in an environment with those hosting our ride, the riders, and the support crew sharing, receiving, and giving of themselves daily is inspiring. One sees how the goodness that surrounds us percolates beyond even our little 2017 FCBA family through our interactions with the people we meet during our travels.
Written by: Lindsey Olsen
Growing up in Texas, I never would have imagined passing through five state lines in four days on a bicycle. Today we reached Meriden, Connecticut, our fifth state of the trip since we began riding just four days ago from Portland, Maine. Todays ride consisted of hills, hills, and well…more hills. Coming for a person that enjoys climbing, today was AWESOME. Not only is Connecticut filled with beautiful rolling hills and greenery, but also with the historical parks and quaint buildings.
Written by: Phil Gash
Like the other riders, I woke up this morning with my back on the floor. It was not supposed to have occurred as I had an air mattress. What happened during the night was the air had escaped—for the second time. Well, that means another trip to Walmart.
So we, Becky and I, took a side trip to Walmart to find a leak-proof mattress and upon returning stopped at a local donut shop for coffee and substance. Then we were on the way to Grace’s first rest stop after religiously following the route sheet. I missed a turn and had to make a California U-turn (i.e. middle of the street) to get to Grace’s rest stop.