Originally Posted by
Big_e
...I say "Good Morning" to some sleepy folks as they make their way to their cars and I ride by. If I do talk to anyone, it will be the lady at the donut shop if I stop for croissants and the guard dogs at the used car lot, who whine like puppies as I throw pieces of croissants to them.
More than other cycling commuters on my route, there are several “regulars” on foot or in cars I frequently see, and I have given them nicknames. For example there is the “Fleet Goddess,” a regular runner; and the “Stalker,” a driver in a windowless van that I see in the oncoming direction who gives me a friendly beep. I've also met under various circumstances three regulars and learned their real names: Mary Jane, Louis; and Ed and his dog,the Chief.
