It was a hot commute week. Mornings near 70 and evenings above 80. A bit of wind, but not too bad. Pretty good weather.

Yesterday evening a pickup truck came along and went through the parking lot that I was riding through. He went on up to the next outlet and it looked as though he was merely turning left onto the highway. As I was circling to go around him he looked back. I gave him a brief nod, but then he called me by name. Turns out it was a guy that I knew back about 20 yrs ago or so.

He offered me a ride but he should've known better; serious commuters don't want or need rides. So we just chatted for a few minutes. Apparently he's been seeing me around recently.

Commutes like that are just fine.