One of the coolest things that emerges while your out cycling on some epic journey, is most certainly the people whom you will come in contact with, when out on said ride. There is something noticeable different I find when stumbling upon such people, than what I have previously experienced inside other former race arenas. Friendly, out-going, and happy to stop and chat is most often what I have found in them, they being the touring cyclists. Maybe the lack of familiarity or common knowledge of one another, leads to such openness being expressed. Perhaps the shared interest of two-wheeled travel which links the passing riders, brings about such vibrant and flowing exchange. With no race to win, or jersey on the line, these cyclist are all about simply keeping it real. Having fun totally! In short time, information and stories are happily shared. Experiences told and laughs had as well. Strangers communication on a genuine level of ease and comfort. Following such short meetings, I often find myself riding down the trail afterwards having a much better belief in the future of mankind, resulting from such interactions with said outdoor enthusiasts.
Stopping to grab a hot meal when swinging through a newly advanced town, is another time when riders always seem to cross one another's paths. Regardless of how big or small the establishment, we(the riders)easily can spot the other out. Like long distance time travelers, outta place and time, they(we)are easily singled out. Weathered from the woes of road & trailside travel, the overall appearance is that of one been proudly earned. Such travel doesn't always come so easy you know? Often coated in a layer of aging filth and less than desirable clothing, the aroma that surrounds reflects precisely the image shown. A quick visit to the washroom before ordering will surely do. A little spruce up before fueling up you know. Sometimes we sit with each other, and sometimes we don't perhaps but a booth or table separating us. Restaurant proprietors, staff personal, and patronizing locals are all to familiar with touring cyclists routinely passing on through. "Where'd ya cycle from," and "where ya cycling too" are primarily the first questions to be asked? Regardless of who poses it first, there is a real element of general interest to all whom are in plain view. The sincerity in the way that questions are asked I believe, coming about because of the summoning interest held by that of the individual questioner? They are truly interested, and captivated by what a fellow human being has chosen to undertake for themselves in such an adventurous manner, and only want to know more. No matter what hour of the day, or meal being served, cyclists eagerly look forward to the short respite and time spent within these stops. The people found within, to be equally filling & comforting as the food having been indulged in as well. At meals end, the awaiting saddle awaits its cyclists return. With a wave, smile, or a handshake, the cyclist bids adu and returns back to what remains of the awaiting journey.
Intersections, crossroads, and forks in the road interestingly enough, are great places to stumble across and meet other fellow travelers. Whether by bicycle or that of motorbike, or even by hiking, true wanderlusts have the urge and desire to individually explore unlike any other. Going beyond and further than ever having previously ventured before, not concerned with what is left behind but more so on what lies ahead. Each, has a unique and interesting story to tell. There is much to see and do out there, and so much to experience just about all of them have said in such enthusiastic terms. "Can't do it by sitting still," is offered up over sips of coffee and chocolate milk this very day. The moment soon to pass though, before each respected travels are returned too. Underway and headed in opposite direction, I ponder on the inherent wisdom just obtained. The seasoning offered and impressions left behind, easily producing incredible insight and memorable highlights to my own travels as I move on to my next awaiting destination.