If I see you riding when I am driving or walking or riding myself, my heart goes out to you, and if I could I’d like to cover you in an invisible blanket of good luck and good timing and safety and fingers firm on the controls. May your wheels spin fast underneath you and take you exactly where you need to go. I guess I wish this, and wish you well, rider, because I would hope I could have the same.
Strangers looking out for each other? That is such a nice thought. I’ll think it more as I trudge around this idea. I’ve been dealt some blows by humanity, yes, in ways humanity has been fairly ugly, and I want to restore my faith in folks. I just poke around the spiritual stuff, but I also know certain things are true and right. Kindness and karma link, and there rewards for good actions even in the face of ferocious fighting especially when fighting for good.
When I see motorcycles I feel free, and I am reminded of my own freedom of spirit and motion and how it moves me. Those who are riding hopefully can manage the risk of it with the thrill of it. I am not sure I do yet, but I am trying, and perhaps then the wish for it is enough to keep me safe for now, along with heavily padded leather pants that give me prodigious junk in the trunk – which is an overwhelming positive in my opinion.