I stopped at a gas station on my way home from San Diego in my new cage. It has been pouring rain the whole drive so far. A biker was at the pump next to me, wrapping his face in a dark blue kerchief and getting ready to get wet… It reminded me of the days on my 2011 Journey, when I would ride in the rain. He was sitting on his bike when he dropped his big black glove. I also remember how frustrating that was when I was already in the saddle and now I have to get off. I walked over to his bike with a smile on my face. He was wearing colors and I’m sure he was not use to someone approaching him. I said, “You dropped your glove”, I then picked it up and handed it back to him… If the sound of his voice was any indication of the surprise on his face, I have a feeling, he’s gonna remember the simple act of kindness shown to him this day…
SMOKY
