A real (short) conversation I had last year with a guy 28 km in and 20km from home:
Me: "Have you eaten anything?"
Me: "Do you have anything to eat?"
Me: "EAT IT! NOW!"
The deeper causes, psychologically and physically, are not hard to grasp, and the reason I am the one providing the taxi is explained by German culture. But the truth is 50kms here on Fuerte is not a lark, and the 80km we did today - in 35 km/h winds - is a serious expenditure of energy, as well as mental focus when you have a death grip on the bars and every passing car is a chance to visit the ditch.
We have all needed a similar taxi at some point; there is little shame in it. There is shame, however, in needing it again or often. I have yet to have to provide it twice to the same person again.
|Mario hitching a ride with the taxi|
The real measure of the toll paid for today's 80kms: myself and another coach were the only two people who showed up for the afternoon run.