I know the stigma. I know you’re a hardman. I know you’re so Euro it hurts. But really…

Come. On.

When we pass on the road and I raise my hand to wave it’s not like I’m not asking you to cat-sit, nor am I asking you for money, I’m simply asking that you treat me like a human being… All I ask is a simple acknowledgement of my existence.

Believe me, I know The Rules… But I don’t see “Ensure that you are too cool for school” within them.

Maybe the camaraderie borne from riding mountain bikes runs too deep, but part of me just thinks that two people sharing in a common experience also share a bond – However loose it might be.

While riding this past weekend my attempts at engaging in nod or wave related activities resulted generally in one of the following responses: – Read More –