Shared Roads
As the last of the bikers disappeared into the distance, I saw Bill catch McClain’s eye, and I witnessed the quiet exchange that passed between them. It wasn’t just a nod; it was a connection forged through shared experiences, silent understanding passed in the simplest of gestures. In that brief moment, it felt like time slowed down, and the bond they shared became palpable.
These two men were not strangers, despite having only just met. They were veterans of the road, each carrying their own stories of miles traveled and lessons learned. That look, that subtle acknowledgment, spoke volumes about the unspoken bond that exists between those who live and work on the road. McClain’s calm, steady presence reminded me of the deep, often invisible ties that unite people who traverse the vast, winding network of highways.
