by Aggie Perilli
During a yoga class in Buchanan Park in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, a passing motorcyclist saw some of us in a headstand. Leaving his helmet on, the motorcyclist dropped his head to the ground and joined us. As the motorcyclist shot his legs into the air, we whooped and cheered.
Jumping to his feet, the motorcyclist thrust his fists in the air and we whooped again. Then the helmeted stranger hopped on his motorcycle, and roared away.
We glided through the rest of our yoga practice still laughing.