Almost any chore can be undesirable or oppressive. The difference between that and something that done with ease, or better, an action that provides a reward, is attitude. At least I like to think of it that way and not just a matter of laziness.
Washing dishes, mopping a floor, raking leaves — just some of the activities that can provide, when my head is in the right place, a quiet meditative experience.
Not so washing my Vespa scooter. I never enjoy that chore. In a post titled Annual Vespa Wash I confess to a “…pathological disinterest in maintenance…”.
I can’t remember the last time I washed the scooter.
Riding is the important goal and there are enough things that intrude (health, weather, work) that I have no control over that I don’t want to manufacture more things that will keep me off the scooter. At least that’s the delusion which animates my spirit. And I accept the genuine possibility that it is a profound character defect that exacts a price in dollars.
But so far, I just don’t care.