You might be surprised to see how long you can go with still being surprised.
Even when you start out on the most familiar of routes, there’s still room for wonder.
The fix may be in, as Brother Botorff suggests, but that doesn’t mean you won’t experience the unexpected, even if it turns out to have been scripted beforehand.
One thing’s for sure: you can always trust the wayfaring skills of G.S. Barnes, who will take you through many places you’ve been before but in several new, unexpected, and far less hilly ways. Sure, you’re likely to end up with muddy shoes and scratchy fenders, but it’s worth it to discover unimagined pathways to delightful destinations.
No less a familiar than Derrickito himself got to feel momentarily all turned around and lost, which is just what happened to his skepticism about following that father of two in the non-bike-specific coat.
I learned that the legendary firepit exists after all, at a far higher elevation than I had imagined and that, as a matter of fact, it actually is a firepit and not merely some rich person’s backyard.
The Big Dipper was out, cinched tight by Orion’s Belt over the field of dreams, but hardly anyone noticed given the ineluctable warmth of our civically-approved conflagration. It’s really quite amazing how much wood you can get for $3.99 and a QFC card when you’re able to convince others to carry it and how handy a package of kindling figures into the equation when you only have so many Boy Scouts on hand to set things alight.
Birthdays abounded along with kudos for parents who preferred to get busy in the spring and as we all cast our imaginations back across the decades it became more and more apparent that consciousness might just have to be a natural feature of matter in the universe.
It probably wouldn’t answer everything, but it might explain how riding bikes can surprise you so.
Even when you start out on the most familiar of routes, there’s still room for wonder.
The fix may be in, as Brother Botorff suggests, but that doesn’t mean you won’t experience the unexpected, even if it turns out to have been scripted beforehand.
One thing’s for sure: you can always trust the wayfaring skills of G.S. Barnes, who will take you through many places you’ve been before but in several new, unexpected, and far less hilly ways. Sure, you’re likely to end up with muddy shoes and scratchy fenders, but it’s worth it to discover unimagined pathways to delightful destinations.
No less a familiar than Derrickito himself got to feel momentarily all turned around and lost, which is just what happened to his skepticism about following that father of two in the non-bike-specific coat.
I learned that the legendary firepit exists after all, at a far higher elevation than I had imagined and that, as a matter of fact, it actually is a firepit and not merely some rich person’s backyard.
The Big Dipper was out, cinched tight by Orion’s Belt over the field of dreams, but hardly anyone noticed given the ineluctable warmth of our civically-approved conflagration. It’s really quite amazing how much wood you can get for $3.99 and a QFC card when you’re able to convince others to carry it and how handy a package of kindling figures into the equation when you only have so many Boy Scouts on hand to set things alight.
Birthdays abounded along with kudos for parents who preferred to get busy in the spring and as we all cast our imaginations back across the decades it became more and more apparent that consciousness might just have to be a natural feature of matter in the universe.
It probably wouldn’t answer everything, but it might explain how riding bikes can surprise you so.
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