Written by: Anna Little
Hello from Novato! Yesterday we biked from Ukiah, through beautiful wine country and sweltering heat. Today we ride into San Francisco!
Written by: Judy Nast
“O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!”
-America the Beautiful
Written by: Mark Murphy
I wasn’t sure what to expect on my inaugural Fuller Center Bike Adventure, but for some reason I knew whatever was going to happen God figured I needed it.
I retired from HP last summer and decided to immediately start working on my “bucket list,” and a bike ride across the country was featured prominently on that list. In the fall I met some guys at a century in Southern Georgia sporting Fuller Center gear and the hook was set! I was really excited about the Fuller Center’s mission because it tied so closely with my previous experiences leading a non-profit that helped homeless working families break the cycle of poverty.
I filled out my paperwork in December and almost overnight it seemed to be time to head to San Francisco.
Written by: Grace Kyle
I just went on a quiet evening walk through Wells. I did what I do often when I’m in a new place. I imagine my life there. What would be my routine? How would I spend my time? Would I be a teacher at Wells High School? A gold miner in Carlin? Would I walk through the canyons along the Humboldt River regularly? Get my coffee at Cowboy Joe in Elko? Herd cattle near Fernley? Or be a blackjack dealer in Reno?
Written by: Bill Turner
Today was the best road ride of my life so far.
We covered a 104 miles. The last time I did a 100 mile ride was when I was 20 years old. I took a ferry from Bar Harbor, Maine to Yarmouth, Nova Scotia and then rode to my grandmother’s house, 126 miles.
Written by: Karen Powers
I am an English teacher, so please forgive me for starting off this blog entry by writing about a book. One of my favorite books is Annie Dillard’s “Pilgrim at Tinker Creek.” In it, Dillard writes about growing up in Pittsburgh, where one of her most memorable childhood activities was to hide pennies somewhere along the sidewalk for strangers to find. She would write in chalk on the sidewalk “surprise ahead” or “money this way,” and then sit back and imagine the joy on passersby’s faces when they discovered the hidden treasure. Reading about this makes me think about the last time I bothered to stop to pick up a penny – or even a quarter, for that matter. How much money would I have to find on the sidewalk in order to not just stop to pick it up, but to actually be filled with joy?
Written by: John Zazzick
I really never rode my bicycle in rain before. I mean, on purpose.
Written by: Steve Maliszeski
It has been an immense day of activities with many changes—both old and new.
Just over a week ago many of us cyclists met as strangers and have become friends through time riding, nights in churches, doing chores and sharing meals. Today we changed from the old to the new!
Written by: Peter Asmuth
Today, we woke up to a cold, rainy, windy Oregon coast day, which didn’t change all day.
Over the decades, cyclists have learned, mostly the hard way, that hours of riding on a narrow seat, with your legs moving your bottom back and forth, ever so slightly, can cause tender spots, which can lead to blisters in very bad places if not treated. Various products have been developed to ease the discomfort, and one of the most popular ones is a preventative cream aptly named ‘Butt Butter’. Why, it’s so popular that they’ve even developed a female version, ‘Butt Butter for Her’, and if you give a tube of it to your wife on valentine’s day, you’ll certainly contribute to widening the gulf between the sexes.