I once taught a reading lesson on the subject of different kinds of friendships. The article noted that there were seven kinds of friends. I won’t bore you with all the details-though I still have the textbook it was drawn from, and referenced it before writing. I have never done the lesson again. This is probably because it doesn’t include the friends most of my students seem to have these days–Instagram friends, FWB etc.
I bring this up because one of the friendships it mentions is Crossroads friends. These are friends who you met a crucial time in life. The article explains that these friendships can endure very limited contact and can be revived easily whenever you meet.
Keep that in mind as I outline Yesterday’s Perfect Moment. It might take me a couple of paragraphs to get there, but rest assured I will get there.
I have been Zwifting for the past month and I am learning more about it all the time. While my Pain Cave is set up for me to Zwift, it isn’t set up for the social interaction part of Zwift yet. While riding people can give you “thumbs up” and “ride ons.” Personally, I don’t know how they do it because I am so covered in sweat that I do not want to touch any of my electronic devices for fear of flooding them with my salty sweaty fluids. However, several people have done this to me. If any of them are reading this blog, I have to say I am sorry. I haven’t figured that part out yet. I might buy a stand for my tablet so I can do this, but it seems a bit unlikely right now. More on that in a later post. In addition to this, the names, or nicknames of the riders you pass or who pass you are displayed. You can friend them and ride with them (in no drop fashion if you want). I have not done this yet as I am still trying to get a bit faster. I am starting to recognize the names of people who seem to race along at the same speed as I do, but not always.
A week or two ago, while I was riding/Zwifting, a person ahead of me had a name I recognized. It was the name of a person I met in Japan while teaching there some 25 years ago. I remembered that he liked cycling and thought it might be him. We had kept in touch, but I hadn’t spoken to him in quite a while. He works in DC and I was afraid that if I called him I would probably pester him with my comments and questions about the ex-president. I assumed they would be monitoring his phone and didn’t want to get him in trouble.
So, after seeing this name, I decided to send him an email and inquire if it was indeed him. While it turned out that it wasn’t him, it did lead to a phone call and a good chat and a chance to catch up mostly devoid of questions or comments about politics. We hadn’t spoken in quite some time, but it was like no time had passed at all.
That was Yesterday’s Perfect Moment and if I hadn’t stayed up late last night watching the hockey game, I would have written this post last night.