I am going to go back a few years. 

Lots of years. 

University days. 

I met a girl on campus the very first day. 

We have been friends ever since. 

She is one of those people that is so kind, funny, smart, well everything that you use in your head to kind of say, ‘hmm? If a person of that caliber considers me a friend, well? I must be okay.’ 

Do you know what I mean? 

I think we are all hard on ourselves in so many different ways. 

Do not give ourselves enough credit, that kind of thing. 

She does something really interesting. 

I picked up on it the very first week we met. 

She still does it today. 

She does not go out. 

‘Out’ being clubs, restaurants. 

She does not go out. 

Thursday nights. 

Friday nights. 

Saturday nights. 

She only goes out. 

Sunday nights. 

Monday nights. 

Tuesday nights. 

…And Wednesday nights. 

Do you want to understand her beautiful logic? 

Sunday to Wednesday nights is when the interesting people go out. 

Clubs, restaurants. 

The interesting ones who want to meet people who do not want to be with the crowds, Thursday to Saturday nights. 

Have places to themselves. 

Have no reservations. 

Linger. 

Talk with owners. 

I converted many years ago. 

She was ahead of her time and continues to be so. 

I have adapted her ‘take’ to my rides. 

I want to ride with ‘those people.’ 

The Sunday to Wednesday night people. 

The ones that ride alone. 

Do not need or perhaps more importantly, do not want to ride with anyone else. 

The ones thinking about other things. 

The ones that want to ride alone, but at the same time are willing to talk. 

My Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday night out nights have transferred beautifully to when I ride. 

1:00 PM to 5:00 PM 

Insert set table emoji here. 

‘There is Another Way to Ride.’