You swing your leg over and head out. You have an idea of what the ride will be like. Sometimes you are right, and other times it evolves into something else. The ride takes on a character of its own. You take it all in at the speed you choose.
I love being on a ride.
You are free to go or stop or go elsewhere. If you have enough food and drink you can go almost forever. Some hills are easier than you expected, others take it out of you.
If something goes wrong, there is a satisfaction in being able to make a repair and continue. Now and again you find yourself in a different place than you had planned. The uncertainty of what is ahead always adds a little mystery.
I love finishing a ride.
Approaching the end of the ride I relish the satisfaction of completing the ride. Fulfilling the mission as it were. The ride was somewhere between training and fun I find no need to divide the two.
