Hot sun. Pouring rain. Hills. Headwinds. Some tailwinds for a change! Fast smooth pavement. Bumpy cracked gravelly rutted pavement. Dead smelly armadillos. Overwhelmingly respectful drivers. Lush greenery (a local said they get their droughts and brushfires, too). Kind people. Another 75 miles in Oklahoma.
A few minutes later, Chris passed us and stopped us. Foolish Jeffrey got so wrapped up in talking to Chris that he forgot to take Chris’s photo. We offer this substitute.
Chris was born in New England, grew up out West, and is a recreational cyclist and an oil industry professional. He nailed the refugee issue when he said that leaders everywhere look out for themselves and ordinary people, who’d rather stay home and live their lives, pay the price. He finds American political logic as confusing as we do; he says the oil industry has made record profits under the Obama administration, yet many people in the industry hate Obama. Chris gave Jeffrey a business card and offered any help we might need.
Reva and Krista welcomed us at the motel with a cookie (eaten, not shown) and a “Thank You” bag of treats (shown above right). Krista asked for Ride stories and details. When Jeffrey talked about refugees, Reba recommended that we see “Humans of New York” on the Web; perhaps that would be the answer of art and reality to those who have a distorted, negative view of asylum seekers in this country.
We traveled, we saw, we talked, we listened. And as on every day, a thousand people or more (that’d be less than two per minute while we’re on the road) saw a Ride for Human Rights sign on the Sprint 26, some taking photos from their cars or lingering behind or alongside to get a good look. Even if they don’t learn what it’s all about, we hope seeing “Human Rights” on a memorable platform will get them thinking. Our experience suggests that when people think about human rights, they come to see things from the Human Rights First point of view.