We've all had days on the bike that weren't great, and days that were pretty amazing. I might've had the best experience of any cyclist anywhere in history this past saturday. I was 40 miles into a mixed gravel/pavement ride, trending toward home but still had 15-20 miles or so to go. It was approaching noon and I was getting hungry - I stopped at a remote unpaved intersection to ponder a couple of different route options, and decide whether I felt like eating another clif bar or just pushing on. Then out of nowhere this guy coming the other way in a big heavy duty pickup pulling a tandem axle utility trailer pulls up and parks right across the road from me. He sits in his truck fiddling around behind the seat for a moment and I didn't know if he was trying to turn around or wanted to get out and take a leak or what so I called "let me know if I'm in your way or anything." He says "nah, I just have to get rid of all this ice cream!" Turns out he was out delivering and setting up rental tents for graduation parties all over the area, and at his last stop they'd given him a bunch of MSU Dairy ice cream in single-serving styrofoam bowls with leaky little snap-on lids. He said he'd eaten about all he cared to and and then some but he still had a shopping bag nearly full of the stuff! He just wanted to get it out of his truck before it melted and made a mess, so he starts just dumping all this melted ice cream in the ditch. I said "boy, wish I had a spoon." He said "there's a couple in here and starts passing me ice cream one hand over the other. Then he bravely had some more himself. So we were standing there on the side of the road, eating ice cream and laughing, joking around. Nice guy, and I didn't end up needing that clif bar after all...