After a long ride with friends sometimes the energy that I once had is now depleted so me and a few strangers decide to venture home. Everyone who rides the metro alone understands the silent voyage home. Group rides are a great way to break the ice even if you didn’t say anything to the person next to you.
You start opening up to people and relate with them in one aspect or another. The beauty of it all is that even if you don’t remember their name you can smile back at them and feel how nice a smile can be.
Like my pal Vee, he was happy about tearing his pants while sprinting back to the metro station. Random moments really make for a colorful story.
The final stop, The day is over, and with a few new recognizable faces.