When I set out on a solo bicycle tour across the eastern United States, I expected the usual challenges — physical exhaustion, unpredictable weather, mechanical breakdowns. What I didn’t expect was an emotional detour that would quietly test my values and sense of commitment. I was excited to explore new roads, meet new people, and soak in the freedom that long-distance cycling offers. One afternoon, while hunting for a bike path that promised 30 peaceful, traffic-free miles, I stopped near a vintage art store in a small town. That’s where I met her. She approached as I adjusted my gear and asked if I was biking cross-country. Her voice had a warm Cajun lilt. She told me she owned the art store. My Texas drawl intrigued her as much as her accent intrigued me. We talked for nearly 45 minutes — about the road, about art, about life. She was warm, confident, and easy to talk to — the kind of person who feels instantly familiar, even though you’ve only just met. As I got ready to leave...
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