When I was in high school and college, I used to accompany a friend on who ran marathons on my bicycle while she trained. I carried her water and provided her mother a sense of comfort while she was out running on farm roads during the peak of harvest. I never knew where she was going, I stayed back a few feet and just followed, we rarely spoke. Looking back, those were probably some of my favorite rides ever. It wasn't exactly wandering, but I wasn't trying to get anywhere, just riding, watching the wheat wave in the wind as it swirled around the hills.