Something out of Nothing?

On my way home today, I rode along with cyclists #4 and #5. Together we counted cyclist #6 on the Freedom Park Trail. They were headed to the Pizza Ride. I was making my usual commute home, but the route afforded us a few miles of chatting.

As I approached the intersection of Springdale and the By Way, I came across cyclists numbered 15-19 headed down the By Way to the CVS ride. I frequently ride with these guys, but I didn't get the chance to chat since we were headed in opposite directions. Exchanging greetings would have to do.

On one hand, seeing our fellow cyclists on the road is nothing. We should expect see each other from time to time.

On the other hand, why are we so happy to see cyclists and especially those we know? Is it simply seeing and being seen? Is it the conversation? Is it a bond we share with our fellow cyclists?

I really don't know why it feels good, but I'm going to keep doing it.

Commute Summary

Round Trip Distance: 18.7
Number of Cyclists seen: 26 (only 6 inbound, but 20 on the way home)
In-bound Route: Lullwater/PATH trail
Out-bound Route: Emory via Clifton
Weather: No rain for a change, but still rather humid