I wondered about his morning, who he was meeting, who he was willing to get up a bit too early for, who's bike he was transporting. I wondered how excited he was to ride a bike, or if the bikes were just in the back of the truck. Maybe he was just going to buy a newspaper and hadn't unloaded the bikes yet.
As I neared the pickup truck, he walked towards the driver's seat and got in. That's when I was able to see the passenger seat inhabitant: a little kid, grinning, seatbelted in, already wearing his bicycle helmet. So ready to go.