You know what is nice? 

Hmm, this is kind of hard to explain. 

June, 21 degrees, Tuesday, and not a cloud in the sky. 

You go for a ride. 

A big ride. 

A long ride. 

A perfect ride. 

So much happens. 

So much is seen. 

So much is experienced. 

You are basically gone for the day. 

It was a ‘Ten out of a Ten ride.’ 

You get home, you unlock your door, and your neighbour walks by. 

‘How was your ride?’ they ask. 

‘Oh, thanks for asking, it was great,’ you reply. 

If they only knew. 

If they only knew just 10% of what you experienced and saw, they would be in rapture. 

‘It was great,’ is really all they need to hear. 

The ride was for you. 

I was ‘unlocking the door’ yesterday. 

My neighbour walked by, and asked ‘How was your ride?’ 

‘Oh, thanks for asking, it was great,’ I replied. 

But this time, you know? 

I wanted to tell them, just 1% of the ride. 

A 1% I am not sure whether to celebrate and be proud of or one I should keep to myself. 

It was too late. 

I had started to tell him. 

There is a road I know of. 

I tell nobody of its existence. 

It is ‘the road of all roads.’ 

It takes about two hours to get to it. 

I have only seen one other cyclist on it, and I have ridden it countless times. 

It is freshly paved. 

Little if any cars. 

Beautiful scenery. 

Best of all? 

It is probably twenty kilometres, and has a slight decline. 

If the wind is on your back, you effortlessly fly. 

Close to the end, it comes to a ‘T.’ 

You make a right after crossing a bridge and go down a short, small hill. 

The speed at which you make the turn is exhilarating. 

It is the highlight of the road. 

I made the curve in this fashion on Tuesday at 2:00 PM. 

On Tuesday at 2:04 PM, I heard the whirl of a siren behind me. 

A quick whirl, like just one. 

A police car was behind me. 

I pulled over. 

Long story (that is already long) short, ‘44 km/h in a 30.’ 

I got a ticket. 

But if I take an ‘Online Bike Safety Course,’ and type in my ticket number, I do not have to pay. 

You know? 

Nothing against him. 

I did something wrong. 

‘But kind of ‘cool wrong.’ 

Insert police car emoji here. 

‘There is Another Way to Ride.’