I passed a camper van on a long stretch of tarmac. It wasn’t that the driver was going particularly slow or that the van was one of those notorious slow crawlers. Sometimes, I just like to feel as if I have the road to myself .
At the following gas station the driver pulled up and jumped out of his van. He came over with a big grin on his face and said, “I saw this bike coming from behind and then watched you pass. My daughter was with me and she took one look at you and said, “Right on!”. I glanced over and saw this frail thing with a ponytail whizzing by obviously fit for adventure, and I also thought, “Right on!”". He proceeded to tell me that a long time ago he had read a book called, “Tales of a Female Nomad. Living at Large in the World”. He said that every time one of his friends ask him what he is doing travelling around in his van he responds, “Oh. I’m just at large in the world”.
I like this. Right on!