JoAnn's Cycling Adventure in Belgium
This week’s
article has been contributed by my dear friend, JoAnn Payne, who
recently traveled to Europe with her husband, Joe, and daughter,
Rebecca. Thanks for sharing your story with us, JoAnn!
A Steady Hand
At age 71, I was
preparing to fly across the Atlantic Ocean with my husband and
daughter Rebecca to join a group of 21 bike riders on a bike and
barge tour in Belgium. Never having been on a bike tour
before, I was a bit nervous, but Joe, an experienced rider, assured
me I could do it.
“Easy” said
the brochure describing the ride. I wasn’t so sure; “easy”
is a relative term. Is this “easy” for Joe and
Rebecca who have ridden several 500 mile rides and are
confident on hills and in traffic; or is this “easy” for
inexperienced, aging, fearful me?
I “trained”
for a month prior to the ride by pedaling 3 times a week on a
stationary bicycle at the gym. On a phone conversation with our
youngest daughter a week before our departure, I told her that I had
ridden 10 miles in an hour. “Good for you, Mom!” she
exclaimed. Then I announced that I had not been on a real
bicycle in several years. Silence on the other end of the
line. She probably needed to sneeze.
I decided at that
point that it might be a good idea to practice on a real bike out in
the real world. So the week before our flight, my devoted
husband took me out for two 10 mile rides, and another day I took
myself out on our cul-de-sac to practice getting on and off the
bicycle and making sharp turns. That should do it; training
completed; off to Belgium.
Upon arriving at the hotel in Brussels where we were scheduled to
meet our group, I quickly noticed that the majority of the riders
were in their 20’s, 30’s, and 40’s. Joe had assured me
that in his previous experience on these rides, the majority of
participants were ‘mature’ adults. On this particular tour,
however, a family of 14, spanning 3 generations, had signed up. But
Grandma wasn’t riding; she would be taking the barge that was
traveling down the canal with us and on which everyone would sleep
and dine at night. I, too, could opt for the barge, but that
didn’t sound very inviting.
The next day, after
strict instructions were given as to how to make a left turn in
traffic (traffic?!?!), and why we needed to ride single file with
about 50 feet between us (how are we supposed to visit with that much
space between us???), my nervousness returned in full force. I
was somewhat comforted by the announcement that every day someone
would be appointed to serve as “sweeper” who would be the last
rider in the line. At least I wouldn’t fall so far behind as
to totally lose the group. Joe or Rebecca also stayed with me.
Bless them!
I was definitely
the weak link in the group, but I did manage to complete each day’s
ride of 15 to 22 miles without major incident. Then on the last day,
we were pedaling into Bruges when I suddenly realized that I was
riding on about a foot wide strip of pavement with a streetcar track
to my left and a curb to my right.
“Don’t ever
let your tire get caught in the tracks!” flashed through my mind.
Feeling weak and scared, my front tire was wobbling with my efforts
to stay within my boundaries.
But before long, I
felt a strong hand take my left elbow to steady my wobbling bike,
keep me going straight and calm my nerves. Theo, our guide, who
normally rode at the front of the group, had come along beside me
from behind on his bicycle to guide me through that portion of the
street.
Surely God prompted
Theo to ride back to help me. God knew before I did that I would need
help. He is indeed my “ever present help in trouble.”
Feeling Theo’s steady hand of support provided a vivid picture to
me of God’s steady hand that holds me up when I am weak and ready
to fall.
“...though he
stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with His hand.”
Psalm 37: 24 NIV
“So do not
fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God, I
will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with My righteous
right hand.”Is. 41: 10 NIV
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