When I bicycled back and forth on Alta Drive from Summerlin to downtown Las Vegas and back all the time, I always stopped at a house that had roses along a low brick wall lining its front lawn.
I remember chatting with a gentleman by the name of Harry, who happened to be a bicyclist, too, of all things.
Well, just yesterday morning, I bicycled down the big hill of Alta to downtown and stopped to chat with this lady at the house.
I told her I was a bicyclist who long admired the roses lining their front lawn.
And I asked about Harry.
Well, this is Marianne, and she informed me that Harry died a few months ago.
It was sad to hear, but I did tell Marianne that I always enjoyed seeing their blooming rose bushes along Alta Drive, just west of the Rainbow intersection.
Marianne told me she was a retired mathematics teacher who know volunteered at the Assistance League of Las Vegas.
I told her I knew her husband from stopping to chat with him during my Alta Drive bicycle excursions.
It's the beauty of the bicycle -- fantastic human-powered, engine-free transportation with the chance to connect to people on the street.
It's also why I can't bike in groups. I stop to chat with people when I pedal all the time.
And these bicycle adventures are all in my new book, Bicycle Man: Life of Journeys.
Buy a book by emailing me at asnel@LVSportsBiz.com