Brad and I stopped to stroll to the General Sherman tree at Sequoia NP, then hopped back on the bikes heading for the north exit. As luck would have it, we quickly caught up to a very slow pickup towing a very big trailer, with double lines on the road, meaning “DON’T PASS,” so we obeyed. Yeah, we got frustrated a little at the pace, but the driver kindly took the first chance at a turnout, and our bikes became bikes again. As we carved the turns I pondered…