At the annual NW annual meetings for our denomination there were several hundred pastors most whom I know, and enjoy visiting with about pastoring and other things that are hobbies, and interests. In conversations with a number of them they were asking about my bicycle trip across the nation to Portland, Maine this past summer. In the course of conversation I usually mentioned that I was probably going on another trip in a year across the Southern part of the US instead of the Northern part. A number of the guys said they would really like to do something like that before they died. I encouraged them to consider it, that it was a great adventure. The ones who are most serious are the ones who are retiring this next year. That would be fun going with a number of old Baptist preachers. We would probably do a lot of moaning and groaning to each other at night as we set up our tents and cook dinner. One pastor asked what we would do if he gave out and couldn’t go any more. I said that we could either shoot him and put him out of his misery or put he and his bike on a bus back to home, his choice. Everyone wants to do something wild and reckless that is a major challenge for them at least once in their life.