I dropped the truck off at the shop this a.m. That resulted in a different route to work at a later time. I stopped by Brad’s shop to discuss some upcoming work related jobs. I also found out that he lives on one of the routes that Jan and I do out east. I told him I would yell the next time we were out.
As I finished crossing over the MLK Bridge I noticed a fellow cyclist coming up behind me. We crossed the road together on the green light and started talking.
I found out that Max was the father of Mike, a fellow cyclist with Tracy. My two loyal readers may recall that I did a Birthday Ride with Mike, his brother Steve, Tracy and others last December. Max had ridden into work from Ozark (“I don’t do it too often.”) I could see that the apple did not fall too far from the tree in that he reminded me of Mike.