It happened the other day. 

It happens relatively often, but never this close to home. 

There was a guy at the light as I pulled up. 

We both knew once the light changed, ‘It was on.’ 

The problem was that I was returning from a long ride. 

I was five minutes from home. 

The light changed. 

‘It was on.’ 

After a couple of blocks, I made a right onto my street. 

So did he. 

I saw my house. 

I saw my house coming. 

I rode past my house. 

I could have stopped. 

Called it a day. 

Called it a great day. 

But I did not. 

‘It was on.’ 

I knew where we were going. 

My road comes to a ‘T.’ 

You make a left, and away you go. 

…for fifteen kilometres. 

He was right behind me. 

Then he passed. 

I stayed behind him. 

Then it was my turn. 

When we were side by side, I thanked him. 

I told him where my house was. 

We had ridden right past it. 

Because of him, my ride was so much better. 

That it ended in a way that I did not think it would. 

A way that was so much better. 

‘It is on’ 

Insert front door emoji here. 

‘There is another way to ride.’