We've been riding quite a bit this summer. We even changed trailers when I found one I liked a little better on Craigslist. It's been so beautiful to ride to class in the morning and say hi to all the people walking their dogs or the city workers mowing the lawns at the parks. People are slightly caught off guard and it's fun to see them smile at some good old fashioned interaction.
Then last week a fellow cyclist was struck down by a motorist. I don't know why and I was quite unprepared for the effects, but I took it pretty hard. I was supremely saddened and kind of lost my riding mojo. So, we took this week off. Needless to say it was a really chunky and lumpy week weather wise, but it just didn't feel right to ride. I don't feel scared. I just feel like the world kind of tilted in the wrong direction and I didn't handle it very well.
I never met Keith Moon but I've crossed paths with his stellar work and our circles intersected slightly. I was relieved to find out more about him and while I grieve with his family I know I will see him again and that brings me joy.
I guess you just can't know when you take off on your ride what will happen that day. All the same principles apply if you are walking or driving too, but it seems especially sad when you are doing something so wonderfully fun. Really living. Participating in your movement from one place to another.

So, goodbye Mr. Moon. Thank you for your contributions to our community. We will miss you. I hope your mansion is more amazing than you ever dreamed. See you soon!