For me, it's riding a new route. Getting somewhere I've never been before. And given my superb planning skills, there's alway the suspense of not knowing exactly how I'm going to get where I want to go.
My plan this Saturday was simple: take a ferry to San Francisco, go up to the Golden Gate Bridge to check it out, then ride back to the ferry and go home.
Of course, my plans fell apart. This was in large part because I often don't know what I'm going to do before I do it. Something that seems perhaps a little too difficult when I'm planning seems more achievable when I'm actually in a position to do it. Also, credit where credit is due: I have a riding buddy (Armando) who, whenever he is asked "Hey, you want to go a little further?" almost always says "Sure. Why not?"
So there we were, on the San Francisco side of the Golden Gate Bridge, and I said "Hey, want to just cross the bridge and then decide if we want to go further?" And Armando being Armando replied "Sure. Why not?"
|Sunny, but cold. Thinking about the possibility of food just over the bridge.|
But look! Right outside Sausalito!
|Sure, why not?|
|Sometimes the road just tells you to keep going.|
Eventually we, ended up in the bayside town of Tiburon. Tiburon has, at least on Sundays, a sleepy small town feel. It also has metropolitan restaurant prices. I ended up having a ham-and-cheese croissant, a banana, and an orange juice. A day later, I'm still craving a hamburger.
The original plan was to take the Tiburon ferry to San Francisco, then the SF ferry back home. When we'd finished eating, though, we found that we'd just missed the ferry and that the next one was almost two hours away.
Twenty minutes of hemming and hawing later, we decided to ride back five miles to catch a bus that would take us to a subway station that would take us back home. So that's what we did. And at the end of that five miles, I was happy to become a multi-modal traveler.