Today was meant to be a quiet day and to the extent that bike riding was minimal, that was so. We took a short spin to the post office to post John's bike gear back to Australia and I ran a quick errand to a shopping center not far away. John took himself off to the transport museum and I otherwise begged in the hotel.
I had arranged to meet John at the light rail station at five pm for a walk around before he kindly sponsored dinner on this, his final night. I duly repaired to the station in good time and noticed many other passengers, and all but a very few were wearing orange. I quickly learned that there was a football game about to happen and orange is the color if the Denver Broncos. Here and there one espied dressed in charcoal, a lonely supporter of the opposition, the Oakland Raiders.
Before long the train was packed. And at each station it was packed some more until the driver stopped allowing any more passengers to board. Despite everyone's personal space being well and truly violated, there was no evidence of stress or anxiety. People chatted quietly, men offered their seats to women and behavior was excellent. Notwithstanding, it cwas a relief when they disembarked. I was one of three people remaining in my carriage.
John and I walked to LoDo (Lower Downtown), looking in shops and stopping for a drink in a bar, where after we found a restaurant for dinner. Albeit a little upmarket, there were TV sets at one end, tuned to the Broncos - Raiders game. The photo above shows a couple near us who were very keen to keep abreast of the score!!
Returning to the hotel on the light rail was a reprise of my earlier trip to the city, everyone in a good humour and despite the crowds, no stress.
So John has packed and he has his two alarms set for 5.00am and he aims to catch the airport bus at 6.00 to catch his flight to Los Angeles and then London. The evenings will be so much quieter without his company and I will miss the weather forecast every morning. Bon voyage, John.
Duncan learned to ride a motorcycle at the age of twelve on a 50cc Honda belonging to his older brother, Ronald. The arrangement was a short ride in return for cleaning it. He has graduated over the years owning and riding many different bikes, but he has never ridden a Harley Davidson.