Dashing through cracks of cars in downtown Miami, I spot two touring bikers. I know their touring from the panniers, or saddle bags, on the back of their bikes, and their long scruffy beards and short rimmed hats. I immediately ride next to them and inquire about their trip. For fifteen years they've been cycling around the country, no job, no home, just the two of them, Ezera and Macaia. Ezera is medium height with a orange beard that jogs to the bottom of his neck. He looks about 35, wrinkles around the eyes, its hard to tell if the lifestyle has made him appear younger or older. Macaia has a fuller black beard with a few noticeable grand strands and is about the same height as Ezera. They begin giving me the low down on their philosophy and let me in on their love and allegiance to Jesus. I am slightly discouraged by them at times when Eastern religions are called "idolators," but at the same time interested when they tell me of their mindsets towards the road. I ride with them to South Beach where they help me work on my bike. Naturally, they are expert bike mechanics and notice that I am clearly not in the shape to ride to New Orleans with my present state. I work with them for about an hour as we alternate our conversation from bikes to spiritual realms frequently. We are both in agreement that giving one's self up to vulnerability on the road makes a space for God. We both made observations about routine and the paralyzing effects that adjoin it. Our main complaints circling around television, cell phones, and the internet that they hold an ability to hypnotize and dilute our consciousness. I will still continue to use the internet, but I think they gave me a good perspective to maintain an unattatchment to it. It was cool to meet like minded people, that think trips like this are worthy of the risks and encouraging as well.
     I left the guys and made my way to swimming in the beach, nearly ecountering a jelly fish that was floating on the surface of the water. I had a delightful day, and will talk about today, probably tomorrow. Expect a good story coming your way.
Tommy