There are different types of rides. 

I am going to stress the ‘different.’ 

I am not talking about the pace, destination or the route. 

I am talking about what makes the ride different and gives it a theme. 

The rides you set out on, and shortly after, you say in your head, ‘Oh, it is going to be one of those rides.’ 

The light that is always green is red. 

The street that no cars pull out of, has three lined up. 

You have not seen anyone for a half hour, but then five people show up at your favourite curve.  

You come over the top of a hill, and there is construction on the downhill. 

As the Drawbridge comes into view, the siren goes off, and there is a ship coming from both directions. 

The only two people you see will line up perfectly as you approach to pass. 

After a while, you just come to accept it. 

Better still, after a while, you just come to expect it. 

I think it is payback for all the rides you have had that have been ‘event-free.’ 

The hills you have had to yourself. 

The paths you were the only one on. 

The train tracks with no trains. 

The bridges that remained down. 

The green lights. 

It all works out in the end. 

‘…not that I am keeping score.’ 

Insert hockey net emoji here. 

‘There is another way to ride.’