I love my family and I really enjoy spending holidays with them. Today, I am headed up to Connecticut for Thanksgiving with my children and grandchildren and I am totally psyched.
However, on the way up there, I am sure to see at least a handful of cyclists riding along the Long Island Expressway Service Road or the roads that run parallel to I-95 and I am sure I will be painfully jealous of them.
For some reason, the thought of getting out on a bike when everybody I know is sitting at a dinner table somewhere -- all dressed up in stiff, starched collars -- has been an ongoing daydream for me for as long as I can remember.
I am not antisocial, so why is this so appealing to me? Anybody else feel the same?