Last week I ran into a catalyst that precipitated a lot of thoughts that had been swirling around in my little mind. The catalyst was a driver who was stopped on the side of the gravel road waiting for me. As I approached I wondered what I had in store. Having just watched some Dexter with Amy I knew that only good could come out of this meeting. I rolled up and stopped. My friend Paul says that you always have to stop. They may need spare tubes, a granola bar, some gels, the usual things that a stranded motorist would be craving. It was a woman that was waiting for me to see where it is that I’m riding off to every morning. I told her that I work in Burnsville and that is where I am going. The woman congratulated me on my accomplishment and drove off. It was a pretty benign meeting where I was given acclaim for something that to me seemed really unimportant. Then things started to roll around in my head. I noticed that most of the cars that passed me now gave me room on the road. Less people were honking and yelling encouraging things with fun hand signals. Maybe the dumb thing that I do does make a little bit of a difference. Visions of other weirdos riding around on bikes started making me really happy. All this rattling shot out one conclusion that I couldn’t ignore. If we use the roads they will open up to us. Then some guy in a crappy truck honked at me and gave me the finger. I guess there are still some strides to be taken.
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