ONe thing about cycling is that every ride usually brings a new occurance, no matter how much you ride. This morning, I was out in the country on a gravel road on my mountain bike. I was several miles from town, with nothing but rolling hills surrounding me.
A flat bed pickup came down the road from behind me. I could see him in my helmet mirror. He pulled up along side of me and said, "you wanna throw that bike on back and ride for awhile?" WTF? I am clad in cycling gear, complete with helmet, shoes, and shorts. What does this guy think i am doing out there? He surely doesn't think i am heading to Walmart considering the nearest paved road is about 10 miles away.
I told him no thanks, and that i was having a good time. He looked a bit bewildered as to why i wouldn't want a ride. I figure he was either:
1. Attracted to men in spandex.
2. Looking to chop me up into pieces by running me through his combine.
3. Just being nice and figuring that it was a plight to be using a bike as transportation.
It was just so funny, because i kept thinking, how much effort i go to every day to be able to ride. I have to coordinate schedules with the wife so the kids are supervised, get up early so i can make it to work on time, get all of my cycling stuff on, and then go ride. Then someone stops to ask me if I would like a ride in a vehicle! Amazing!