It really wasn’t my fault. Okay, it probably was, but I’m not sure what I could have done differently to avoid this particular brush with disaster. Before we left, our church prayed for our team and sent us as missionaries. I’m glad I didn’t realize the prophetic implications of the sign behind the pastor. I knew […]
Continue readingBlessed To Be A Blessing
Kindness and generosity surround us. It’s one of the enduring lessons of RICH’S RIDE. Wherever we travel, Becky and I encounter people eager to help. Our Front Range FREEDOM Tour team found the same attitude everywhere along our route. Within a seemingly limitless sea of thoughtfulness, some acts of generosity are so unexpected and over-the-top […]
Continue readingLeave Your Burden
We’re home. Front Range FREEDOM Tour is finished. The tour was much more than I imagined. It’s hard to believe a week could pass so quickly, accomplish so much, and leave me so drained. Our team truly left it all on the road. Normally I’d feel guilty about all that didn’t get done. I couldn’t […]
Continue readingA Pile Of Stones
We’re home. Front Range FREEDOM Tour is finished. The tour was much more than I imagined. It’s hard to believe a week could pass so quickly, accomplish so much, and leave me so drained. Our team truly left it all on the road. Normally I’d feel guilty about all that didn’t get done. I couldn’t […]
Continue readingIncredible Coincidence?
Popular perception tells us life’s full of coincidences. Two years ago I met Pastor Todd while I was speaking at a retreat in Moab, Utah. This week we needed a church to host us in Colorado Springs. Todd offered his church and invited us to their neighborhood block party, scheduled for the same night we […]
Continue readingThe Soigneurs
On a cycling team, the soigneur cares for the riders’ physical needs. He’s the servant leader of the cycling world. Susie and Leroy are our husband-wife soigneur team. They volunteered to spend an entire week driving our support vehicle and making sure our gear gets from place to place. They meet us at rest stops […]
Continue readingWhen Impossible Happens
It’s an incredible thing to concoct an impossible vision and then watch it hatch before your eyes. Saturday morning I felt a bit like a mother goose as I watched the line of cyclists roll away from the Wyoming State Capitol building in Cheyenne. The chicks were leaving the nest of this God-inspired dream. Front […]
Continue readingTime For The Theme Music
If you’re reading this on Saturday morning, Front Range FREEDOM Tour is underway! Our intrepid team will gather in the shadow of the Wyoming State Capitol building in Cheyenne. We’ll take lots of pictures and burn a bunch of nervous energy. We’ll do helmets up. And then we’ll begin Stage 1, 60 miles from Cheyenne […]
Continue readingWhat Does Anticipation Look Like?
Tomorrow we begin Front Range FREEDOM Tour. This picture captures how I feel as I anticipate the start of this new adventure. The open stretch of road above my front wheel seems like an empty canvas. During the next eight days our team will fill the canvas, painting a messy, beautiful collage consisting of nearly […]
Continue readingWhat It’s Like To Feel Surrounded
This week I was honored with an invitation to ride a few miles with the Colorado leg of the National EMS Memorial Bike Ride. This event salutes first responders, especially emergency medical personnel, who sacrificed in the line of duty. As we began riding, the route was lined with fire trucks, ambulances, and an honor […]
Continue readingWhat If You Can’t Get There From Here?
Sometimes you really can’t get there from here. I’m putting the finishing touches on details of our daily routes, and I hit a significant snag. I’m blaming technology. It’s better for household harmony than blaming Becky, especially since she had nothing to do with it. I actually worked out the general layouts several weeks ago […]
Continue readingSurvive, Strive, or Thrive?
When I began riding my hand cycle, it was all about survival. I didn’t try to ride well, or fast, or even better. I simply tried to get to the end of the route. It didn’t really occur to me that it might be any different. I was, after all, a quadriplegic. I was weak, […]
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