Why I like bike people.

Bike people are so nice. So regular. My bike people are anyway. I'm not talking the snooty, fancy pants roadies who can't be bothered to smile or acknowledge you. I mean the people who ride their bikes for the pure five year old pleasure of doing so. These are the people that speak to my soul. And sure... some of them do wear those fancy pants outfits, but they still have the kid thing down. They want new and better bikes. They want sunshine. They want to win. And they want beer afterward. Well, at least most of MY bike friends want beer afterwards.

Why are these friends so damned appealing to me? These are my pals who give a shit about the same things I do. No they're not all flaming liberals, but they do seem to care about the same stuff on this planet. And while their approach to issues like safe roads, the environment and how to manage getting too many kids to different soccer fields at the same time... I like the fact that they're thinkers and doers. They participate... in life.

How about we all try that on for size today?