AH HA! Neener, neener, neener!
It's funnier. It feels more important. Or I am more aware. Than if I had clicked open a car door.
So when I see photographers out in the wheat fields, only steps from their sense-numbing vehicles-- I feel like they're cheating.
I feel like we're not even looking at the same wheat.
On my bicycle-- everything I visit is a friend. A familiar face. A conversational pal.
And we like to chat often.