- "Courage is one thing. A sense of
- purpose another. When you put them
- together in one human being, the
- world can be changed."
- -- John Brown
- That first summer bicycle tour, I pedaled through heavy
traffic for the beginning of my coast to coast bicycle adventure. The
Los Angeles smog choked me for 100 miles into the Mojave Desert. After
crossing the Colorado River, I breathed easier when the 'Brown Cloud' flowed
south toward Phoenix. I pedaled into cleaner air in the mountains. Climbing
steep grades took hours while coasting down the backside took only 30 minutes.
- In New Mexico, I crossed the continental divide and descended
into the desert on Route 380. With a blazing sun overhead, I struggled
along the two-lane pavement. Sweat dripped from my face and arms. Every
breath crowded my mouth with what felt like dry, hot cotton balls. Heat
waves rippled over the pavement as I descended further into the barren
landscape. Boulders and cacti stood like indolent sentries guarding the
land from intruders. The thermometer hit 103 degrees by the time I pedaled
to the outskirts of Roswell, New Mexico.
- Ahead, a lone figure walked along the left side of the
road. I found it difficult imagining anyone walking down the highway in
that torrid temperature.
- "I wonder what that guy's doing walking in this
heat?" I muttered to myself. "Looks like he's got a dog with
- A minute later: "That isn't a dog!" I
gasped, doubting my eyes, and straining harder to make out what I saw.
- It was another man walking on his hands. Within a few
seconds, I found out why. His legs were missing!
- Less than forty yards away, the lone figure walked and
read a book while the other man walked on his hands. A camper van was
parked on the shoulder a half mile ahead. I rode up even with them. Something
inside made me stop and drop my bike in the gravel.
- I couldn't help crossing the road, knowing that whomever
this man was, he possessed inconceivable courage. What was he doing out
here walking on his hands in the desert? He saw me and stopped. He lowered
his body down to the ground, resting it on a leather pad that covered his
two severed legs just below the groin. His Paul Bunyan upper arms led
down to his hands, which grasped two rubber pads. Sweat soaked his T-shirt.
His dark hair framed a tanned, round face punctuated by a pair of clear
brown eyes. He flashed a beautiful smile.
- "Hi, how ya' doin'?" I said approaching with
my hand extended. "My name is Frosty."
- "Glad to meet you," he said shaking my hand.
"I'm Bob Wieland."
- "Pleasure to meet you," I said. "I gotta'
tell you Bob, I'm more than a bit curious seeing you out here in the desert."
- "The same could be said about you," he said.
"What are you doing out here?"
- "I'm riding my bicycle across America."
- "That makes two of us," Bob added. "I'm
walking across. I'd bike but my legs are too short for the pedals."
- I laughed. His humor proved natural. We bantered a
few minutes about the weather. Bob gave me a short history of his journey.
He started in San Francisco and climbed up to Yosemite National Park.
He crossed over many 6,000 to 8,000 foot passes. His friend fixed meals,
but often, people asked them into their homes for the night. If no one
offered a night's lodging, both men slept in the back of the camper pickup.
His friend drove the vehicle ahead and came back to walk with him. His
companion read a book while guiding Bob down the left side of the highway.
Bob lost his legs in combat. I asked him when he had started.
- "I've been out 19 months and have completed 980
miles," he said. "At my speed, I can finish this adventure in
three more years, maybe less."
- "Why are you doing it?" I asked.
- "There's a lot of adventure out here on the road.
I suppose I could sit back and get fat watching TV for the next fifty
years, but I want to do something with my life. I want to make a difference.
I have to make do with what I have left. You know the saying, you only
go around once."
- "You have my greatest admiration," I said,
shaking his hand again.
- It was one of those moments where you don't quite know
what to do or say. I just met the most incredibly courageous man in my
whole life who was looking up at me from the pavement. His legs were gone.
He was a man, but he stood only three feet high. His hands had become
his feet. That gray leather pad belted to his bottom like a baby diaper.
Those rubber pads on his hands gave him wheel tread for his arduous journey.
I gasped inside myself at the enormity of his quest.
- "Guess I better get moving," I said, reluctantly.
- "Take care," Bob said. "Have a good ride.
I'll get there one of these days."
- "There's no doubt that you will reach the Atlantic
Ocean," I said.
- While turning away from that amazing human being, tears
filled my eyes. I started crying half way across the road. What he was
attempting staggered my imagination. My friends thought I was nuts taking
a transcontinental bicycle trip, but they had no understanding of how easy
I had it compared to Bob Wieland.
- After crossing the highway, I pulled my bike out of the
dirt. I took a swig of water. I stepped onto the pedals. I pressed my
iron steed eastward into the hot morning sun. I cried for miles at the
senselessness of war. I cried for Bob and I cried for humanity. Miles
and years down the road--that moment colors my mind as vividly as the day
- Most human beings possess handicaps in one way or the
other--physical or psychological. Most importantly, it's how they handle
their limitations. He concentrated on what he could do, not on what he
couldn't do. Instead of giving up, Bob pushed forward into the unknown
not only determined to succeed, but expecting to succeed.
- George Bernard Shaw celebrated people like Wieland when
he wrote, "This is the true joy of living, spending your years for
a purpose recognized by yourself as a right one...to be used up when they
throw you on the scrap heap of life. To have been a force of nature instead
of a selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the
world will not devote itself to making you happy."
- Bob Wieland pushed himself through 3,400 miles of hardship
that few people could comprehend. He gutted his way up mountains, sweated
his way across deserts, and fought through raging storms. Every labored
breath drew him closer to his goal.
- Two years later, I listened to NPR radio while eating
breakfast one morning. Bob Wieland reached the Atlantic Ocean thus succeeding
in his quest to walk on his hands coast to coast across America. It took
him three years, eight months and six days. In 1996, he completed a 6,200
mile bicycle circuit, using his hands, twice across America. In 1994,
People Magazine awarded him one of the six "Most Amazing Americans"
in the past 20 years He's the only double amputee to complete the Ironman
Triathlon in Kona, Hawaii without a wheelchair. He ran and completed the
New York, LA and Marine Marathons. The list continues to grow!
- I sat at the breakfast table crying like a baby because
that man gave me courage to face my own struggles from that one meeting
in the New Mexico desert. I'm sure he touched thousands more on his remarkable
journey across America. Here's to you, Bob Wieland, to your courage, your
humor, your passion and your life.
- Frosty Wooldridge has bicycled six times across the USA
coast to coast and border to border. He bicycled more than 100,000 miles
across six continents from the Arctic Ocean to Antarctica. He is the author
of Handbook for Touring Bicyclists; Bicycling the Continental
Divide: A Taste of Heaven, Slice of Hell. This excerpt from Bicycling
Around the World: Tire Tracks for Your Imagination. Copy: 1 888 280 7715.