A Solitary Ride Into Community
When I saw the Weekly Photo Challenge: Community , I immediately thought back to warm, good-hearted people inviting us to share on a Sunday morning in May, yards from the Pacific Ocean, near Watsonville, California.
Retiring to touring in early 2011, Marian and I trained to ride bikes down the Pacific Coast Highway. Mentally, I still lived in the mountain biker’s solitary splendor. I left my isolation, forever on our second over-night training ride. We inadvertently became part of a Diversity Ride, sharing the route for twenty miles. Riders perched on sleek carbon bikes passed us by the hundreds, astonished at our loaded down Surly’s. They welcomed us their gregarious community, inviting us to their rest station. With that, we accepted that our bulging panniers are an open invitation to friendship and encouraging words from complete strangers. We love being part of the least exclusive community in the world, touring cyclists.