I am writing this post on the train. 

I have not been on a train in a very long time. 

I forgot how nice a way it is to travel. 

The seat beside me is empty as well. 

Bonus. 

We are doing 145 km/h, which is kind of impressive. 

Lots to look at. 

The flashing lights and bells of the crossings fly by. 

Cars are waiting. 

I have to be somewhere, and once I am there, having my car will be a hassle. 

I am getting a different perspective on things. 

A view from the rails and not from the road. 

We are over an hour out of the city. 

I noticed something outside the window. 

A farmhouse with a great old red barn. 

It looked oddly familiar. 

Then I saw a bridge, and I knew I had seen it before. 

In fact, I knew I had been across it and under it. 

I was then able to say exactly what the next four or five things that would come into view would be. 

They did. 

I have been here before. 

…But on my bike. 

Sometimes you don’t realize how far you ride. 

How much fun you had. 

How you have memories that you did not know you had. 

How a ride that you completely forgot about is now completely memorable. 

Sometimes it takes a train to show you. 

I should take the train more often. 

‘Planes, Trains, Automobiles…and Bikes’ 

Insert train conductor emoji here. 

‘There is another way to ride.’