This guy was in front of me on my way to work this morning. I was riding my bike to sit in a cube for 8 hours, he was finishing the leg of a journey that started Vancouver.
I didn’t ask his name, but found out he was just a few blocks from his next stopping point. He was headed to the Caltrain station where a ride would be waiting to take him to Burning Man.
He had a British accent and told me that he’d been in North America for a couple months riding his bike up and down both coasts and into Canada. His bike carried everything he needed to live, which included a tent, clothing and plastic water bottles that looked in need of refills.
I wished him a safe journey and a good time at Burning Man. He told me to enjoy my ride and have a good day.