It was not so long after the Boston Bombings. Normally, we are invisible. Or nearly so. Once in a while, a power biker might grumble about the mirror being in the bike lane, (we park off the road in the truck so we can use the more powerful mobile rig), or a more energetic biker might wave on the way back.
Probably better than half noticed us. Waved, said hi, and thanked us.
At first, I couldn't figure out why. I mean, we'd been there every year, a lot of the participants were the same folks that had been there in years before... Nothing had changed.
Then I realized, yes, it had. Where we were invisible, of a sort, before, we were an idea of safety for the people riding.
I still can't decide if I liked it or not. I don't mind being noticed, but not for that reason... But we were out there. The bikers were out there. And we all will continue to be out there, normal or not.
Life goes on.