by Aggie Perilli
During a yoga class in Buchanan Park in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, a passing motorcyclist saw some of us in a headstand. With 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.
The man hopped to his feet, thrust his fists in the air and we whooped again. Then the helmeted stranger jumped on his motorcycle and rode away.
We glided through the rest of our yoga practice still laughing.