There's a thing called a "pick-up game" where people, who play soccer or basketball or football or frisbee football or other team sports, know where and when a game might be and join in--no planned teams, no planned strategies, no practices or uniforms or dues, just show up and play.
Although not exactly the same thing or actually even the same way, I've occasionally found myself out on a ride, solo or even with another friend, trucking along and suddenly it's a pick-up ride! No teams and not a race...or at least most of the time; just like minded spirits cruising in the same direction, sharing the work and generating energy.
Often, there are no words spoken: we just start riding, drafting off one another, taking turns to pull, and covering the miles that seem to stretch forever. Now the miles slip by. Riders, eventually, peel off to their exits, no goodbyes or other fanfare, none need. It's not about the riders, the individuals, at these times; it's about the ride, the rhythm and sense of movement. It's about being part of a force that continues to move with or without you. Along the way, the ride becomes easier, more energized, more fun!
No words needed but thanks!
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