tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081254330907008604.post8214223686975926189..comments2023-04-30T09:12:56.208-05:00Comments on Twists and Leanings: He Said His Name Was JoeKeith - Circle Bluehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11992667666539622569noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081254330907008604.post-42954512775859730912010-08-30T16:16:03.275-05:002010-08-30T16:16:03.275-05:00One of the gifts of commuting on secondary streets...One of the gifts of commuting on secondary streets is being immersed in neighborhoods. It was one of many things I'd not expected when I moved from four to two wheels.<br /><br />I have exchanged a few words with a couple of scooter riders. I know that one is an engineer and where he works, but for the most part there isn't the opportunities. On the waving, there are some folks who look so intent of riding that I'm not sure they even see me wave, and if they did I'm not sure they would be willing to let go of the grip long enough to wave. And, who is to say, they aren't making the wiser choice, but it is very nice to exchange waves. I like it.<br /><br />~KeithKeith - Circle Bluehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11992667666539622569noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8081254330907008604.post-50748456615458367952010-08-30T14:49:44.028-05:002010-08-30T14:49:44.028-05:00I see a few of the same people somewhat regularly ...I see a few of the same people somewhat regularly on my commute. There is one lady that rides a small Honda that is always going the other way. She never waves. And I see a few people on scooters, but rarely get a chance to say hi. Sometimes wish the opportunity to briefly chat would present itself more often.<br />Jimcpa3485https://www.blogger.com/profile/00031439889267356735noreply@blogger.com