The Miracle Of The Internets

I just got off the phone with an old college roommate of mine, Kirk. We lost track of each other and haven't spoken for years. I keep up on a local bike forum that courses through the internet tubes and I recognized his screen name. It wasn't his full name, but it was enough to make me curious. Unfortunately he was posting about a bike that was stolen from him. He was describing the bike for forum readers to be on the lookout for when he said that the bike had a 23 year old Brooks saddle. Losing a Brooks that old is a tragic thing. If you haven't ridden one, you wouldn't understand. But 23 years ago I sold a bike to my old roommate Kirk that had Brooks on it. I took a chance and sent him a message and, Voila! We're going out to get a drink on Friday night. All because of the internets. Thank you Al Gore. I should mention that I might be meeting another old friend, Neil (who has posted numerous comments on this crappy blog, thank you very much) on Thursday morning for a ride before work. I can't give total credit to the internets for getting us back in touch. My older sister talked with Neil's sister, who in turn emailed me, which led me to email Neil. We ended up riding the Ironman together. Doesn't this just give you the warm fuzzies?