Like old friends?
I have been cycling to work along the same route for about five years, I take the short cut over the Marshes and up into Hackney, East London. It’s a quiet off-road route, a pleasant, easy ride with only one hill. As I peddle along the hedge-lined road, I see the same regular faces. We pass by briefly, sometimes we make eye contact, and sometimes we do not. I suppose the other cyclists are commuting themselves… heading off to work.
The funny thing is that there are only two people, out of the twelve or so regular riders that I bid a “Good Morning” or say “Hello” to. I do not know who they are, what their names are or anything about them, yet I say “Hello” or “Good Morning” to them as if they are old friends.
I probably wouldn’t even recognise them off their bikes.
Posted: by Leeroy.
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