No SuCh ThInG...

As Coincidence.

I don't believe in it. I believe everything happens for a reason....


Case in point...

Friday... I decided to just take the day off and not go out and do work. I was tired after driving about 1700 miles over three days. Instead, I got some shopping done, paid some bills, made some calls.

It was about 2pm and I knew LiLRNakedINdian was gonna be getting out of school. So I decided to drive over, park off the main road, and watch him ride by on his way home. Kind of a sentimental moment for daddy kind of thing. Watching him from afar without him knowing.

As I parked, the rain was coming down in Buckets. Its 215 and I get a call from LILRNI himself. He tells me his Friend has a Flat and its raining and could I come pick them up. I ask him where they are, and after figuring out his location, I told him to walk a block up, that I was parked right there.

They walked up, SOAKED. They both ask how did I know that they were gonna need a ride, how did I anticipate, was a I a mind reader. I loaded up their bikes and drove them home, and I got a good soaking as well in the process.

That moment right there reminds me that there is no such thing as coincidence. Even the smallest moves, the people we meet, the things we learn are all part of something bigger that we may just not understand at the moment.

This weekend, was spent ride less. After working a full day yesterday, I had the NI boys all weekend so I could not do my planned overnight ride. I wanted to go hit a good long ride this morning, but felt guilty leaving the boys alone, considering how much time I spend a week working and doing other things. Sometimes, you got to make sacrifices and I instead stayed home, being present, being a good Daddy.

So in the middle of my preparation, I took a rest week. I guess that's OK right, next week, its back to long dirty rides and sick Yoga contortions.

Right, a rest week in the middle, No such thing as coincidence...

Keep the shred alive folks... enjoy the miles when you can squeeze them in...

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN