I always look out windows. Wherever I am, whatever I’m doing, there’s a hope of actually seeing the world. Sitting in the back seat of the car next to my granddaughter it was interesting to watch her young eyes peer out the window at the world. I wondered how different her world must look from one weighed down with a lifetime of experience and opinion.
Mornings find me in an oak rocker with a bowl of cereal, gazing at nothing in particular, looking out the window as the day takes shape. But the looking drives me like nothing else. When I’m tired and exhausted you won’t find me rising to answer a phone or take on another chore, but I’ll always take another look out the window.
Riding is like that. I’ll always ride one more mile — to see what’s out that road window ahead.Continue Reading