There is an older man who I see almost every day, bicycling on South Carson Street (aka Highway 395). He looks like he has some mental deficiency, and he is usually laughing and smiling to himself as he slowly makes his way up and down the hills. Even more strange, he has a little towing piece attached to his bike and it looks like he carries a walker of some sort.
I usually see him making his way into downtown Carson in the morning when I drop Mr. TPG off at work, and then see him again making his way south out of town when I'm on my way home from picking Mr. TPG up from work.
I wonder about him every time I see him. He is a steady and constant presence on South Carson. He obviously has the physical stamina to make the five mile trek each way, up and down some large hills. He is always smiling to himself and swaying as he inches along the shoulder of the road. I wonder what his story is, whether he gets off his bike at all during the day, and why his routine makes him so happy.
Maybe one day I will find out. For now, I will just glance curiously at him as I pass by on the highway.
On a side note, I saw a teenage boy hitchhiking on Highway 395 today. A dark blue Subaru Outback pulled over to give him a ride. As I glanced back in my rear view mirror, I saw the kid - skinny guy in a neon green t-shirt - hop into the passenger seat. I couldn't help but say a little prayer that the driver was a good guy. There are so many devious people in the world, I just hope with all my heart that I didn't witness the beginning of a bad thing.
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