I LIVE ON A STREET OF BIKE RIDERS, but we don't ride together. We're all at different stages of life, with very different abilities and interests. Still, you'd think we'd ride together, occasionally.
One time I ran into Matt out on the local single-track. He's a young firefighter with a crazy schedule, and he prefers the very steep stuff with big air.
The guys at then end of the street regularly ride their ancient mountain bikes, just on the road. They've long since retired, just out to stretch their legs.
Tom is my next-door neighbor. His son just bought him an electric assist bicycle. He gets up and hits the road at 630 three times a week and rides to 24hr Fitness.
All that bike riding stuff in common, but we never hang out.
So... last week I invited Tom to invite me over for Monday Night Football - I could see the flicker of the games from our backyard and since we cut the cord a long time ago, and we're both empty-nesters... tonight we did some bike talk in between pulling for the 49rs.
Can't just always be riding and never hanging out,
One day we just might need each other.