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The contented man enjoys the scenery on a detour . . .


Not sure if it is part of my Japanese heritage, but to ask for directions is a definite loss of face – therefore, Method 2, for sure.


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12 thoughts on “The contented man enjoys the scenery on a detour . . .

  1. There is something in the cyclist psyche that makes us do a similar things. A straight ‘out and back’ route of 40km is rarely planned if somehow a 60km loop is available!

  2. It is why I love to run – missed turns means cutting through private property, perchance to be gunned down. I love to cycle too but need a proper road bike, not the clunker I have now. Thx for the comment!

    1. haha me too, blind obedience. I borrowed one from a friend in order to find our way around Portland OR. Still managed to get lost.
      BtW My mom calls it OC DC (OCD).

  3. Frankly, the peace and quiet would be a blessing …

    But if I have passengers, I’m taking the absolute shortest way to any destination. Maybe even shorter.

  4. I used to get lost in a town I seldom visited so many times I finally learned how to get back on the road I wanted to be on from the memory of being lost so many times. Does that make sense?

    1. Yes it does! Once got lost in the burbs of Portland OR. Never again cuz that of the trauma of that first time. I tend to get lost in flat bergs (haha everywhere) but never in San Fran!

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