Bike Adventure Blog

by Diane Bies

Wow!  Here I am back with the FCBA. I have ridden 2 spring rides, this summer I rode week 4, went home for 3 weeks, and now am riding the last 2 weeks to the coast. Each time I join the Fuller Center Bike Adventure I am amazed at the warmth and comfort that is the life of this group. We all come from so many different areas and experiences and yet we work together both on and off the bikes. God is so alive here with us in every moment!

What a beautiful day we had today! My day started out with a brisk walk to Mass with several other riders where we stood out in our orange FCBA t-shirts. It was nice to talk with several people afterwards and share our story of what we are doing and why. Before we left the church one family that had shown special interest in us asked if they could pray for us today. They said an amazing prayer for our safety and success and for the Fuller Center. What a great way to start a week!
by Arron Luo

Mark said he wrote about his overall experience. Susan recommended I write about what it has meant so far to me. Still others said I could write about something that had moved me, or - since I have not been on any build days yet (as though only build days could move me) - something I had learned. From these others, I’m led to think that I am to write about what has become important to me to say, at least regarding this trip.

It has been nearly 400 miles since I have joined this ride, having been picked up by Tom and Lois from a sleepy airport in Billings, MT. When asked by conversation-making, welcoming, and/or curious team members why I had joined, I would say something easy like, “I thought I liked to bike,” or, as I pat my sizable belly, “I wanted to lose my paunch.” And these are reasons true enough - I had thought I enjoyed biking (and I believe I still do, sore muscles and aching bones aside), and to lose weight would be a wonderful palliative for adolescent insecurity. But the true reason, uncontainable in a soundbite, I wasn’t able to say or fully explain, being unable to give voice to thoughts in my brain’s undercurrent neatly or comprehensively. But here I can, and after reflection, this is the something important for me to write about, not as self-celebration or praise of my own person, but rather as an honest, thought-out relaying so you may better understand, if you want to (I say “if you want to” because I already I foresee this post in its finished entirety being a tiresome one): The reason I had joined this trip, and my reasoning.
by Susan Pratt

This is the sixth year I have been on the bike trip and actually reached 10,000 miles of cycling with 
FCBA somewhere between Rapid City and Roundup, MT. Six years ago I would never have thought I could have and would have cycled so far, that it is virtually impossible. But, the passion everyone on this adventure has for helping others makes the impossible possible.

I am a teacher so I have the summer “off.” That gives me time to work summer school, visit exotic places, or spend up to six weeks pedaling across America, sleeping on the floors of churches, not knowing what is ahead tomorrow, much less 10 miles from now. I have chosen the latter, with no doubt in my mind because the reward is great. The smiles we bring on homeowners’ faces when we lend a helping hand, the love we receive at each of the host churches and the passion that emanates from our hearts within are rewards that are too great to turn down. It is a simple life during which priorities become evident and the goodness of humanity fills my day from the time I wake up (5 a.m.) to the time I lay myself to sleep (10 pm).
by John Hebert

We had a great breakfast this morning, sausage, eggs, pancakes, etc. Today we rode only 36 miles to the next town of Helena, Montana. It’s the shortest ride of the whole trip, it should be a piece of cake! Out on the road at 8:00 AM, 30 mph wind in our faces so strong we had to pedal to go down hill. As a car passed me I heard a crash and pieces of plastic flew around my wheels. A deer was hit by a car right behind me, it was a close call for me. We pedaled on all morning trying to go at least 10 mph. It was too windy to talk, not much fun today. It is an adventure, we never know what a day brings forth.
by Greg Zeroun

7-23 Bike Day 34, Harlowton MT to Townsend MT (94 miles 3,600ft elevation gain)

This past Sunday I stumbled on a scripture that has really stuck with me; it's from The Message translation of the bible. It was awesome to me not only because it had deep meaning but because it had to do with building a home, and that is our mission after all:

Ephesians 2:19-22  "You're no longer wandering exiles. This kingdom of faith is now your home country. You're no longer strangers or outsiders. You belong here, with as much right to the name Christian as anyone. God is building a home. He's using us all--irrespective of how we got here--in what he is building. He used the apostles and prophets for the foundation. Now he's using you, fitting you in brick by brick, stone by stone, with Christ Jesus as the cornerstone that holds all the parts together. We see it taking shape day after day--a holy temple built by God, all of us built into it, a temple in which God is quite at home."