Now, enough with the lovey-dovey talk. I’ve got a bone to pick and it is with the cyclists in the Phoenix metro area. I realize that the tour has you all heads down. The Olympic games do the same thing to me. But come on. What is up with not waving at me?
I’m a happy runner. Since a picture speaks a thousand words, let me offer up a few pictorial examples:
Since I am so happy, I waive and/or give the obligatory head nod to all runners, walkers, bikers, and even the occasional car that lets me cross a street in front of it – all the while holding up traffic. I usually get some sort of response from most all of the groups. The exception, of course, are the bikers! (Well, them and the girls in the sports bras – I’m sure I DO seem like a creeper….) Sure, the bikers look good in all of their color coordinated gear, but I’d like to think that I look just as good with sweat on my shorts in the shape of a pee stain and salt on my face.
I realize that they have lots to think about – with all of those gears and whatnot. To be honest, I’d be pretty focused if I had cars whizzing by at 45 mph as well. But that shouldn’t stop them from releasing their death grip on the handles and give a quick finger point. Right?
So, if you are in the Tempe/Gilbert area and you see a sweaty guy waving at the old couple walking their dog, give him a wave. I know he’ll appreciate it!