Written by: Rolff Christensen
Today, as we rode from Woodinvillle to Skykomish, WA, my chain caught between the top sprocket on my bike cassette and my wheel, destroying three spokes. Within minutes, a support vehicle (driven by Jessica) rescued me from a narrow road shoulder to ferry me safely to our next overnight—the Masonic Lodge in bustling Skykomish (pop. 198). Within minutes after riding in safely to their destination, our bicycle mechanics (Matt, Ben, and Connor) set to work on repairing my damaged metal steed. Unfortunately, without the necessary parts, even these “Rag Men” (see this morning’s devotion: Walter Wangerin, Jr.’s “The Rag Man’s Story”) could not get me ready to ride tomorrow. One of our group members has already offered me to ride her bicycle the day after tomorrow, from Sunnyslope to Wilbur, WA (ninety-six miles). She’s already done this section; so, I wonder if she knows something I don’t?
