Strange how you see the same faces, cycling against you, on the other side of the road. Give a smile and a nod as you pass. They're a regular part of your life that you might 'miss' if you haven't seen them for while. Like the guy on the black MTB with the Black/red/white helmet. Always the same section of road where we pass. I know nothing about them, apart from they cycle. Never said a word apart from a mouthed greeting. Comaraderie? Maybe. Just something that was 'to mind' so thought I'd post.