Support Vehicles

RAGBRAI is a non-competitive bicycle ride across Iowa. For seven days every summer, small towns all across the state become hubs of activity as they host thousands of cyclists and their support teams. Although I’m impressed with anyone who can ride 472 miles over 7 consecutive days, I’m even more fascinated by those who volunteer to drive the support vehicles that enable these riders to reach their goal.

Support vehicles are packed with coolers full of drinks, snacks, camping supplies for overnight stays, bike repair equipment, and spare parts. The support driver will drive a different route ahead of the cyclist to a prearranged stopping place. I’ve heard it’s a logistical nightmare as thousands of vehicles are all trying to find alternate routes (since they are not allowed to drive on the same route as the cyclists). The driver has the boring tasks of loading and unloading tents, filling coolers full of ice, and restocking supplies. They meet the cyclists at their midday location to distribute food and drinks. They spend a lot of time waiting for the cyclists at each designated stop. RAGBRAI also has an official SAG wagon (Support and Gear wagon) that follows behind all the cyclists. If cyclists get too tired, or if their bikes break down, then the SAG driver will pick them up (along with their bikes) and take them to the next pit stop.

I wonder why some of us are content to play supporting roles. It might require less effort, but there is no sense of accomplishment at the end of the day. Volunteering for this role must be a labor of love. I wonder if any of the cyclists feel guilty about having someone else do all the schlepping, while they get all the glory. I wonder if knowing that they have a support driver helps these cyclists to focus and reach their goals.

Some days, I wish I had a SAG wagon following me around—carrying my burdens, while I ride unencumbered through life—someone to give me a lift when I’m sagging, and take me to the nearest place of rest—someone to provide me with refreshment and sustenance at the end of a long day.

Yet, most days, I find satisfaction in supporting my loved ones as they push ahead, riding toward their dreams. I wonder if this makes me an underachiever?