On a recent ride, I cam up on an odd sight. Nestled in behind a big bus was a guy on a small bike. He was bent over in the tuck position, hand twisting the throttle to the maximum. Taking advantage of the pocket of air created behind the aerodynamically inefficient bus, to some this look like a safe have. As I watched coming up from behind, I wondered he he had any idea how dangerous his position was Lucky for the rider, the bus gently slowed and the ride carried on by himself. It could have easily turned out quite differently!
As I close my eyes and see the scene again, my body shudders. There are so many ways his ride could have ended badly. What appears to be safe to some may not be safe at all. With this playing in the back of my mind, I find myself reminding myself of the follow haven parameters.
Individuals with good ethics, strong morals, and a history of caring for others are safe havens. Without the positive, one takes on a significant risk regardless of the rest of the context. Hopefully one’s friends fit the criteria. Candidly, not all of mine do all the time.
Context matters. It is easy to suggest that being with friends is the answer to every call to be in a safe haven. First, not all friends are safe in all situations. Second, not all situations are safe.
As logical as a haven may seem, it may not be safe. It would be interesting to ask the rider what he was thinking of as he drafted behind the bus. Did he understand his position? Was he aware of the risk he was taking and the potential impact on those who love him?
It is good to pull into a safe haven. I am fortunate. I have friends and places that are safe places. Each reminds me of a description of Divinity; “His huge outstretched arms protect you – under them you’re perfectly safe; his arms fend off all harm.” (Psalm 91.4)
