Your ride is kind of like facebook. You
have friends on your ride you would never have in real life. The man
with the weird moustache who is the crossing guard at the local
school gets a daily salutation. The lady sweeping the footpath in
front of the medical apparatus shop gets a wave. All manner of human
flotsam that bobs along the waves of traffic gets a polite nod or a
hello.
BONUS TIP: Among the flotsam, some of
these people are drowning. The 21st century is a shipwreck
that has disgorged gasping hordes into the cold deep infinity of
community-free modern life. Grab hold of a few before they sink
beneath the surface.
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