First Impressions

By Mark Murphy

This is my third summer ride and at the end I will have logged more than 10,000 miles with the Fuller Center.  Yet I continue to be amazed at the genuine compassion, caring, and I dare say love exhibited by all those involved (riders, support, churches, and general population as a whole). Before this years trip one of my riding buddies asked me how I dealt with “jerks” that I met on the trip.  While I will admit I have encountered some “unique” personalities on FCBA events I must say that people who came across as “jerks” in week one became much more human as the miles went by.  Maybe it was their protective layers were shed and they felt safer sharing who they truly were?  Maybe it was MY protective layers diminished and I was able to see who they truly were? 

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Sweeping California Off Her Feet

Written by: Steve Falcón, Whittier, CA.
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels, Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields. In sixty-five I was seventeen and running up one-oh-one. I don’t know where I’m riding now, I’m just riding on…” – Jackson Browne. (Ok, slightly modified at the end)
Monday,  June 4th.
We left the comfort of Chula Vista today and headed 49 miles east to the city of Campo, CA.  This is my first experience being part of the FCBA family, and I must say that I am very blessed to have been privileged to join them on their journey. Today was very special for me.  Normally in my regular cycling activities I am usually towards the front of the pack, rushing and racing to “get the best time.”  Today was not about that.  Today was an opportunity to serve while riding.

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