When the sun sends sparkling calls in the morning, when you have time to spend on what looks like a warm lazy summer’s day, and the road outside just seems to wait for you.
Joy is, when you have time to take the bike for a run and the weather is kind.
You get your gear together, that in itself is joy because you are anticipating what is to come, the smell of leather seems like the memory of past miles driven.
I can’t stop smiling. I take the bike for a run, I say.
Where are you going?
Now that is as philosophical as it can get.
Where am I going?
The most amazing fact about the solution to this quibble is – there is no need to know.
Utmost freedom is the answer. And that is pure joy.
I do not need to know where I am going. I don’t need a plan, a map a schedule. There aren’t many roads to take here and I know them all. I can’t get lost. So I can give the answer that includes all the freedom you can have on a bike.
I go wherever the road may take me.
Simple as that.