A few minutes ago I left the university library to ride my Surly home when, lo!, I see a gently arranged flower resting atop my saddle. Such a warm smile took to my face when I beheld the peaceful symbol, so gentle in its being. Sometimes it's easy to become bitter when people continually taunt you from a cage, but this just reminds me that we are appreciated by a few at the least.

While I'm sure most of us let the joy of riding course through our veins and wash away any bitterness we might feel, perhaps we could make a fellow cyclist's day with little secret signs of respect and admiration. Afterall, it is the community, our health, and our bicycles that help us all laugh through this crazy journey in the universe.


~S