100,000 miles

Today was not so much about an 85 mile ride from Ottumwa to Burlington in Iowa, but more about a single rider from amongst the bike adventure team who achieved a lifelong ambition.Continue reading

Becoming a family

Written by: Larry Cooper

It’s been a week since we met in Seattle to commence our FCBA Seattle to Washington D.C. cross-country bike ride. Most of the 35 support staff and riders had never before met, and for many, this was their first FCBA Ride. Continue reading

One of the originals

Written by: Tony Campbell

 

Two things. First, I have ridden some part of FCBA every year except 2013 since being one of the original 8 from San Diego to Savannah in 2008. Second, I’ve ridden 2 days now with 20 people who have a 7-week head start on me. Okay, three things: I’m 10 years older than in 2008.Continue reading

Growth

Written by: Beth Batchelor 

 

People from home sometimes think I’m insane when I tell them what I’m doing. People think 75 miles a day for six days in a row is impossible. However, I’m constantly amazed by how even the hardest of days don’t seem quite that hard.Continue reading

The Secret to Sweeping

Written by: Jack Cutler

 

Today I rode the entire way with my new friend JW on a century (100 miles) journey from Beach ND to Hebron ND. Normally on a Fuller ride, we all ride at our own pace, and although we will often ride with fellow Fuller riders who travel at the same pace, we may not ride the entire day with the same people. In fact, sometimes we ride alone for some or all of the ride. So what was so special about the way I rode during today’s ride? Today JW and I rode together the entire way because we were the “sweeps” for the day.Continue reading

Discovering new insights

Written by: Diane Maidt

Eastern Montana is not flat. My husband, Dave and I have backpacked in western Montana and I always had the impression that eastern Montana was flat and dry. Today we biked from Miles City to Baker with an elevation gain of 3,800 feet. We started the day with 800 feet of elevation gain and saw hills and trees in the distance. I pondered as I rode how this relates to other things in our lives. We get impressions of people or places that stick unless we really get to know them.

As we got closer to Baker it did get a little flatter. I climbed a big bale of hay to celebrate our getting near the town. Then, we had another surprise. We found out that there is an oil industry around Baker.

We had a warm reception in Baker. The Baker Assembly of God church provided a wonderful barbeque dinner with lots of homemade salads and desserts for us. It was fun to meet and talk with one of the local women, Sherry, who had just completed a cross country ride from San Diego, California to St. Augustine, Florida. Two of the church members, Allen and Marissa, took a few of us on an informative tour around the area explaining how the equipment we could see in the fields extracted the oil.

One of the fun things about these trips is getting to meet the friendly people in the communities where we stay and find out what they do and what is happening in their communities. Another fun thing is discovering new insights about the areas we ride through.

 

No turning back

Written by: Zach Rundell

 

Last Friday I woke up at 5:30 a.m. just like any other morning. As I was midway through my routine, I had a revelation: for the first time, in nearly two weeks, I wasn’t sore. My legs didn’t ache and my back wasn’t stiff. Then, I thought about all of the mileage I had ridden so far. We had biked nearly 700 miles through three states. It was the first time on this trip that I felt I had the strength and mental fortitude to finish the long haul to Portland, Maine.

I did not possess this confidence when I arrived in Astoria, Oregon. When I met the crew and saw my fellow riders I was very discouraged. I was told that my bike was too heavy and my tires were too big, and I wondered if I really had what it takes to ride more than 3,000 miles this summer. I reflected on all of the challenges, big and small, that I had given up on when things got hard. I carried this self-doubt along with me for 700 miles. My Friday morning revelation was more important than you might realize; it was the moment that I decided this would not be another dream I talk myself out of.

My newfound confidence was immediately challenged when I stepped outside with my bike. We had a 60+ mile trek ahead and it was pouring rain. It was as if God himself was pushing us away from Missoula, Montana. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating and it was only sprinkling, but any amount of rain for 60 miles of riding is too much rain.

Then, I gritted my teeth and buckled in. Four and a half hours later, with a lot of help from my new friends, I was able to roll up to the church in Missoula.

This isn’t easy, but with the support of Fuller Center’s awesome support crew and my fellow riders, I know I will be able to push through these next eight weeks.

 

P.S. will someone please mail Scott and Bob some of those breathe right anti-snoring strips...

Round Two

Written by: Mark Murphy 

Wow, back on the FCBA cross country ride again!!  I rode across the USA last year with this wonderful group of strangers that became friends.  I am so excited to meet the new people who have joined our merry band as well as catching up with some of the great people who have also returned from last years ride.

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Angels in the O-to-O

Written by: Jim McCracken
The start of a Fuller Center Bike Adventure is a flurry of activity as people arrive the first day from all parts of the the USA, and sometimes from other countries. Greeting old friends and meeting new ones, assembling bikes that have been boxed and shipped to the starting point, beginning the process of becoming a tight-knit, efficient team that will ride across the country together building and sharing the mission of the Fuller Center.

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How do you….

Written by: Macy Holsinger

How do you tell those who ask, “How was your summer?” How do you explain the feelings, the emotions, the little moments, the day to day grind, the early mornings, the long days, the exhilaration, the pain, the thrill? How do you tell them that 21+ perfect strangers have become like intimate family at the end of nine weeks? How do you recount all of the ways that God provided time and time again? How do you help them grasp the sights, the sounds, the smells? How do you describe the countless meals and snacks provided by generous souls? How do you help them visualize the never-ending list of daily chores that keep the ride moving forward? How do you illustrate the spectacular sunrises and sunsets? How do you explain what it feels like to be pelted by sleet and roasted by the sun? How do you convince someone that a build day full of hard work still feels like a day off? How do you help people believe that sleeping on an air pad really is comfortable? How do you tell why sharing a dinner table with 20 other people is pure joy? How do you compress all of the memories of a wonderful summer on the back of a bike with people you love into one little blog?

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