Because, It’s The Right Thing
I haven’t blogged in a while. The dust has, somewhat, settled so I figured it was a good time to get something out there. To be truthful the blog has been having a bit of an identity crisis. I started the blog back in 2012 when I went overseas to Saudi Arabia so that it would be easy to keep family and friends updated as well as have an online journal of my adventure. But then, in 2014, when I returned to the States, the blog started having that identity crisis. I didn’t know what I wanted to post, I didn’t know what message I wanted out there. So my posts were sporadic, I just didn’t want to be posting for the sake of posting. There is already so much hooohaaa out there, no one needed my hooohaaa as well.
I’m a sharer, I always have been, and when an idea sticks in my head and I feel others would benefit from it, or find it interesting, or that it may just reach someone who is in need of hearing a certain message, touch someone who needed a small touch, for I, after all, have benefited IMMENSELY from other sharers. So that’s what I am going to keep doing, sharing what I feel is share-worthy. I think I’m good with that identity.
State Highway 4 is a trans-Sierra route, it’s a National Scenic Byway, and the route runs, twists, and turns through the Sierra-Nevada up to 8,730 ft (2,660 m) as it runs through Ebbetts Pass. But this post isn’t about Hwy 4, this post is about something else. I ride my bike on this rode. It is one of the less congested passes, on a weekday over the course of a 3 hour ride 10 cars may pass me by. It’s a place where whatever you do is really just between, well, you and the highway.
I was on this road the other day and ahead of me, a mile or so perhaps was another cyclist. On this particular stretch of road I could see ahead of me for several miles and I could see he had a great cadence going and he was going strong. I’m not the fastest when climbing so I knew I would probably lose sight of him fairly quickly. And I did on the next curve of the road, I continued along the windy road, mostly climbing and in my own head, maybe for a good 30 minutes when I made a turn and saw the cyclist again ahead of me but this time he was at the top of the hill where he made a turn and came down the hill toward me, we passed each other and I just figured that hill was his turn around point. 10 minutes later he was right along side me, where he slowed down to my pace to say “hi.” I asked him if everything was alright or if he was just doing some hill repeats in the middle of a long ride that had a gazillion more hills ahead for him and he laughed and said “no, I dropped the wrapper of my Fig Newtons and I went back to pick it up.” I was like “for real? I’m not really 100% sure most people would do that. I’m not sure I would do that.” And as we were riding he looked at me and said “yeah, you would, because it’s the right thing.”
He rode with me for about 20 minutes, pointing things out along the road and sharing his wisdom of cycling on mountains.
It’s when no one is looking that we form our character.
This was my reminder that doing the right thing is not always the easy thing. Lets pass it on, next time you’re wavering…. just do the right thing because it’s the right thing.