When I was a child, everything that was “Adult” excited me! I remember pretending my lunchbox was my attache like my Father would carry to and from work and that my desk at school was a desk in an office that I was president of! When I got my first bicycle, I had arrived! I was no longer watching the movie, I was in it! Far away places became a reality. Peddling all over, being a daredevil with a few other adventurous dim-witted peers, it was magical. Then my driver’s permit and eventually my license became paramount. That was also wonderful; for a short time until the cunning dream of Adulthood slowly creeped in and I was back to watching the movie from behind a wheel .
Why I ride returns me to the excitement of two handlebars, wind in my face, discovery of places , otherwise ignored or unseen. I am back to starring in my movie.