Originally Posted by
rholland1951
I find that the routes that I do repeatedly sometimes disappear, the background fades...Sometimes everything fades, and my mental contents predominates: in other words, I wool-gather….
Whereas, with a ride on a new route, there's so much to notice, a flood of novelty, a voyage of exploration. While I enjoy riding on familiar ground (I'd better, given how much of it I do), I prize rides on new routes.
Yesterday I experienced a novel route under the heading of
jamais vu.
Originally Posted by Wikipedia
The phenomenon of experiencing a situation that one recognizes in some fashion, but that nonetheless seems very unfamiliar. Often described as the opposite of déjà vu, jamais vu involves a sense of eeriness and the observer's impression of seeing the situation for the first time, despite rationally knowing that he or she has been in the situation before.
I did a 20 mile loop from Norwood, intending to go South on the aptly-named Pleasant St through East Walpole (though it is light-industrial in Norwood). Then West on Rte 27 to make 10 miles, then return.
I did a side trip off of the continuation of Pleasant St, intending to get back to Rte 27. When I got back onto Rte 27, it became unfamiliar as I expected to pass through Walpole Center. I couldn’t figure out what major road I was on, since I thought I knew the area pretty well. It took about two miles until I recognized some landmarks indicating I was traveling
South on Washington Street. That road is well known to me, though I usually travel it Northbound.
So typical of Metroverse riding, there were no street signs to indicate what road I was on, and my sense of direction got turned around riding through winding neighborhood streets, I also accessed Washington from a side street rather than from its point of origin as I usually do.
Perhaps it was also unfamiliar because it was clogged with auto traffic in my direction. Turns out there was a Beyonce concert at Foxboro Stadium that night, To my delight there were well-paved continuous and uninterrupted sidewalks, a virtual bikepath along Washington St that allowed full speed ahead.
The steeple clock is one hour fast.