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Old 07-20-08, 11:58 AM
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Xtracycle makes Georgia a small world.

Each weekend I like to explore some new road in my bicycle. Today I aimed for Sandy Creek park, a few miles north of Athens, GA, where I now live. It wasn't far to go, but I was unsure of the roads, and that's what would make the trip an adventure.

I went part of the way along a path next to the North Oconee River. The path brought me past the Sandy Creek Nature Center, which I paused to investigate. When I returning to the path, I saw an elderly couple that I had passed a few minutes before. The man was looking at me curiously, and he waved me over.

"You got a motor on that thing?" he asked as he scrutinized my Xtracycle rig.

"No motor," I explained, "just me."

He went on to talk about how his son had a bicycle that looked a lot like mine, with the frame extended. His son's bicycle had a motor, and he hauled all kinds of things with it. The man told me his son's name was Allen, and he knew a lot of people at the bike shops in Watkinsville. Did I know him?

I'm new to this area, and I had been to Watkinsville only on my way to someplace else. It seemed impossible that I would know this man's son. But I had recently noted that a fellow bikeforums member lived in Monroe, not far from Athens. This person had a lot of first-hand knowledge Xtracycle cargo bicycling. So I entertained the possibility of a coincidence.

"Your son's name is Allen? Is he from Monroe?" I asked.

"Monroe, Georgia. That's where we live."

I thought for a moment more, looking for something more definitive.

"Did he make a bicycle frame out of bamboo?"

The man smiled. "Yes he did. And one day he went down on a gravel path and the thing just came apart." He laughed. He seemed to think this was thigh-slappingly funny.

"I haven't met your son," I said, "but I know him from an internet discussion group."

"Oh yeah. He's always on that computer." He made the head-down-typing-away-at-the-keyboard gesture.

We conversed some more about bicycles, and he ended up giving me his card and inviting me to keep in touch.

How's that for internet/xtracycle/small town georgia serendipity?
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