FRIENDS YOU HAVE NOT MET YET

I will get a wave or nod from people I ride by.

The problem is, I don’t know who any of them are.

And I am in ‘TJ Mode.’

It is hard to figure out who is who.

Put a helmet and glasses on someone, and I don’t have a clue.

They are going one way, and I am going the other.

It does not leave you much time to figure out who it was.

I am better when I am stopped.

A few summers ago, I was riding, and I stopped to do something.

I could write a post on why I stopped.

Anyway, a guy rode by and asked if everything was okay.

I told him all was good.

I rode with him for a kilometre or two, but he had to go one way, and I, another.

He left a mark on me.

His energy, his tone, his outlook, but most of all, his humour.

I remember thinking, I hope I will meet him again.

I did.

TWO YEARS LATER!

I was riding, and this guy pulled up beside me and started chatting away like we had last talked ten minutes ago.

I am looking over at him, trying to place him.

I am going through all the possibilities of who he could be.

Then it hit me, it was him.

That was two years ago now.

We have become good friends.

And you know?

That kilometre we rode together from a few years back, and what my thoughts were?

I nailed it.

…In fact, he is even better.

‘Friends you have not met yet.’

Insert cheering beer mugs emoji here.

‘There is another way to ride.’

THERE IS ANOTHER WAY TO RIDE

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