I was going to write about how interesting it is that, just like in life, when you ride a bike it doesn’t do you much good to look behind you very often, but it serves you well to keep a good eye on what’s coming up, both up close and in the distance.
I was going to write about how, with just a quick decision or sometimes by accident, you can take a different direction altogether. Sometimes it ends up fine, and sometimes it doesn’t.
I was going to write about how, in life and on a bike, the harder you work, the quicker you arrive at your destination.
I was going to write about how if you get a flat tire, it doesn’t do you any good to sit there and be upset about it: the important thing is to fix it and keep moving.
And I was going to write about how the journey is supposed to be the interesting part, not the destination, and how a truly successful ride comes out of the balance between work and enjoying what’s around you.
But I decided I couldn’t really put it into words.