In this entire week, I've only encountered 3 different people on a bicycle besides me.
One was some dork with no lights riding across the portion of Bear Valley Rd that bridges across the dry Mojave, ridin due East.
The second was also riding against traffic, loaded down with bottles and cans. This was also on Bear Valley going West this time. The fella at least nodded my appearance.
The third was just a roadie going west up the hill on Bear Valley towards the railroad overpass.
It's lonely times like these that I'll daydream I'm the captain of the NCC-1701-E.
Piloting the massive, Sovereign class vessel through the Badlands of the Gamma Quadrant.
Corny, yet fulfilling in the "supremacy over four-wheeled vehicle" factor.