So i was walking home earlier, and I was stuck at a stop light by the racetrack, me and this older man. He had 2 bikes, 1 he was riding and one he was holding as he rode. He started up a conversation with me, mostly small talk about how nice of a day it was. But as we talked, I felt inclined to ask why he had two bikes. So I did. And, still smiling and pleasant, he went on to explain that him and his wife had been biking nearly every day for the last 22 years, and that she had died from breast cancer a few years ago. He said going out just didn't feel the same anymore without her. So wherever he goes, he makes sure to bring her bike along. We talked a bit more and he Rode off. I saw him again as I walked past burger king. He was sitting outside next to the bikes, eating alone.