Well…as I ride around here every day, I start to notice some people who are almost as invisible as I am and I wonder what their stories are…over the past month or so, there was a been a woman living in her car at the municipal boat ramp on Muskegon Lake…she has an old, mid 90′s Monte Carlo that she parks next to the porta john and I do wonder how she got to that point in her life…and what it must be like to just survive instead of live and have a roof over your head…I know there are others who use the trails as their home but all of them are men and I wonder if it’s a choice or if circumstances have conspired to leave them no choice….one other guy that I’ve noticed for the past few weeks parks his car at the ramp and sits there for hours just reading…he’s there when I go out at 7 and when I come back for the second time around 10…so I wonder what his home situation is like if he spends 3-4 hours every day sweating in a hot car and that is the better choice? It reminds me of  a line in a Neil Young song: “people on the street need a place to go” and I guess they do….especially in winter…what then?