by Tom Weber

While chatting with a Waukegan FCBA board member Friday evening, I was asked why I keep riding year after year. Not a simple thing to answer. I’ll try to explain: I am an introvert, which may raise some eyebrows from my FCBA family, but it’s true. Because I am an introvert, I have trouble meeting people and making friends. The FCBA adventure forces me to meet new people and forces me to relate to them. And, this is only a little painful for me, for the people who ride with me very soon become my heroes -- I can sit back and watch the relationships grow between the riders, and eventually they all seek me out to some degree, and soon we start bonding in a very beautiful way. Almost without exception, they are all younger than I am. They inspire me more and more as the weeks progress, as they are challenged both physically and mentally, while they seek out who they are, and who their God is. They witness their faith, which allows me to grow in my faith. I can encourage them as they struggle up the hills, against the wind, against the cold, against the hot, against the road conditions, against the loneliness when they end up by themselves mile after mile, and when I see the looks on their faces as they reach summit after summit of struggle on this adventure, my heart sings for them.

By Lindsay Ebbeskotte

This ride was supposed to be an adventure, something I could cross off my list of things I wanted to do. However, I am going to walk away from this journey with many great friends, lifetime memories, and knowing that I am able to make a difference. I cannot believe the amount of biking experience that the people in this group have. I was able to learn more about my bike in the first 20 miles than I knew in the year that I owned it. My father will be proud that I can finally pump up my own bike tires.

by C. J. Stevens-Pino

Today was a rainy day, but enjoyable. It was a gentle rain that came and went. The ride was thru Amish farm land, and peace was a constant companion.

Traffic was mostly horse-drawn carriages like the one in this photo (taken in the rain).

The horse was spooked by something so the driver was out calming her. Farms range from small and compact meadows and fields to enormous, rolling expanses of corn, soy, hay, and cows. Fellow riders provided companionship and encouragement, support teams at rest stops energized us as much with their warm smiles and pats on the back as the snacks and drinks refill.

by Leah Spurlin

This morning started off with a devotion from the words off a Millard Fuller recording. It was so encouraging to hear from the founder of the Fuller Center who poured his heart out over and over for its purpose! The day was beautiful as it started out overcast and rainy. Most of the ride was spent in Amish countryas we shared the road with their horse and buggies. Being able to see the simplicity through these families, their children out playing in the saturated fields of water, waving as we passed by.
by Justin Smith

My name is Justin, and I am joining the bike adventure for a short time this summer, the culmination of a few years of haranguing by some friends and personal pledge I made to myself to discover more of the world around me. I work in Chicago as a teacher, and I like to fancy myself a chef, but those things hardly seem important out here. What I have experienced most and what I will most fondly recall from the Fuller Center Bike Adventure are not the sights, though they've been breathtaking (any disparaging of Ohio and Indiana you hear from anyone else is much overblown), nor the smells, which have been, to put it lightly, diverse, nor the bodily feelings of pain, soreness, hunger, satiation, and hugs, but rather, above all these other senses, it will be the sounds.