Just as I figured, they were headed home. I ride slowly by the house and think about what I'm doing. If I had a horn or a bell I would have started ringing it. As I'm going by, out of the side door comes one of the guys. I can't pass this up. I stop and ask the guy if I can take a picture of the truck. He's more than pleased at the suggestion. Jeff, as I find out he is named, never asked how I knew where he lived but he is amazed at how quickly I made it to his place.

Actually, I'm just using the camera to get my foot in the door, really the yard. I just like to send the message to motorists that cyclists are people and that we are tuned into our enviroment.

As I'm taking a few pictures the conversation turns to THE WAR. Jeff remarks something to the effect that my interest in his auto-expression must mean that I am in support. "Well, I definitely support the troops, anyway" I reply. No sense in starting a debate here I figure.

Jeff then confides that he really wanted to write "Protesters are *******" but he decided to be nice. What can I reply "Meeeoooww"? Jeff then goes into the tirade about those lousy actors who make all that money in the USA but don't support their country and finishes it off with his accessment that they seem to think this is Vietnam.

"Nostalgia, maybe" I remark and Jeff seems to like this. I decide it's time to leave and get a handshake from Jeff. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have shook my hand if we had met last month in D.C. but that's to be expected when our leaders decide to divide the country.