Another Lunch Time Ride

Did laps around Lander today, got 15.25 miles in, not too bad. It was the first time on the Death Trap in a while. Gears make you weak. Lander was out and classes are not to resume for a couple of weeks, so it was quiet. A couple of cuties and that was all. It was a little windy and that slowed me just a bit, but it also wafted the aroma of onion rings from the Dixie my way. Nothing out of the ordinary happened until I was on my way back to the office. I climbed the short, but very steep hill to the first of three stop lights between me and the office. Two thirds up it turned red. I try to find the "sweet spot" that would allow my bike to trip the light, but no go. I wait. Soon a Hispanic guy in an old escort wagon pulls up. He nods at me with a smile on his face. He looks familiar, I think he works at one of the local Mexican restaurants, Santa Fe. He rolls down the passenger window and asks, "Tired"? "No, but give me another 30 to 40 more miles then maybe", was all I could think to say. He laughs and the light turns green. As he passes I notice a mountain bike wheel in the back and think of that article in Bicycling magazine about Hispanic immigrants and cycling, calling them "invisible cyclist". If I'm on my bike and I see someone on a bike no matter what type or what color or nationality or origin of the rider, I wave or say something to acknowledge them. They are not invisible to me, but this was just a little weird.