Let me tell you a brief story that paints a perfect illustration of what I love most about riding.
This morning, I was headed for a solo ride. Let me elaborate. It was going to be a solo ride because I’m a really poor planner. Had I told someone to meet me at 8 or 9AM this morning (as I thought to do), they would’ve been waiting on me. Why? Because I didn’t leave my house until 9:05AM. That’s just the truth. If you’ve ridden with me then you know this to be the case. I’m not proud of it. It’s just the way things shake out as I attempt to get out the door. Tardy? Guilty. Ashamed. But, I digress.
Back to the topic at hand. I meandered my way through the trails this morning, having altered my course once I got on my bike. Instead of heading down the same levy as intended, I crossed under the roadway heading out for a more rugged South Florida ride. As I rode through a parking lot to connect to another trail system, I saw two young ladies suiting up to ride. They asked if I knew the route to a particular trail. I told them I did and that I would take them in that direction. We headed out, enjoying casual conversation. As I looked back at one point I saw two riders approaching who happen to be biking friends. They joined us and before you know it, one became 5. THIS, my friends, is what I love about riding.
Ride a bike? You will seldom meet a stranger. For this, I am grateful. I am eternally thankful for the friends I’ve met along the way, and look forward with eager anticipation to those I will meet on future rides.
Yvette and Jen, you are bad asses. Tracy and Mike, you are special. Thank you–all four of you–for spending your Sunday with me. Memories made. xo