Sunday (just a few days ago), it was the perfect day to go for a ride - the first nice day of the year with sunshine and temps expected reach 60°f (I use Fahrenheit here because I think it sounds more lovely than 15.5°c.), Larry had the day off and we were both a bit disappointed that I was working because we couldn't go for a ride, but (for the first time this year) I took my bike to work - it just makes going to work more fun. We did however get our ride in, he met me after work, around 4:30 and we drove Riverside Drive - it's the perfect ride, it only takes about an hour, the speed is fairly low and it is relaxing with a great view.
It felt so good to be out, we were not the only ones who felt this way, we saw lots of bikers out which gave me the opportunity to wave. I love the wave, with each wave I feel like I'm saying 'isn't this a blast?'
I've talked about the 'wave' with different people, some seem to tire of it and dislike it - I've seen boaters do the wave to each other on the lake, which strikes me as a bit weird because it's the only type of vehicle out there. Back when we had our little sporty looking 2 seater, lime green EXP car, seeing another one was rare but when we did we would often honk and wave. One time someone was so excited to see a twin of his car he honked and waved for a good 5 minutes.
Anyway, when I'm out there on the road and hear the familiar sound of a bike, or see one coming up I get a bit excited, someone (a total stranger) whom (I assume) loves riding as much as I do and is happy to just be driving along, soaking in the sunshine and scenery, I look over and make a connection with that person with a wave of a hand or a nod of my head and for a split second I've related with them, creating a fellowship with someone I've never met and likely will never meet.
It's a fun feeling when you meet someone that you have something in common with, especially when that 'something' is a little out of the ordinary - I feel like that every time I see a fellow biker.