Here’s how it works. I head out on a road I know well, in the direction of the mountains.
Then I take a turn down a country road I have never been to. I don’t know where it leads, but it looks interesting.
I keep the mountains in front of me if I can, but sometimes the road turns and I lose sight of them.
The road twists and turns. There are some potholes and road hazards. Not much traffic, but now and again a tractor or a truck.
They could kill me if I don’t respect them. They could come out of nowhere if I’m going too fast, and they could kill me.
I respect the tractors and the trucks. They could kill me.
I spot a little country restaurant and take a risk. Is it “good home cooking” as advertised or a greasy spoon?
Am I going to meet some folks who are as good and ordinary as the home cooking or as greasy as the spoons?
Back on the road I ride on and eventually come to a road I recognize. I get my bearings by seeing where the mountains are and I decide which way to turn.
I take another unfamiliar road and see where it leads. Maybe I come to an interesting junk shop, a country store or a gas station to stop for a snack or just to rest awhile.
Eventually I come to another road I recognize and ride along happily and then mosey along home.
This method of motorcycle riding I call “getting lost on purpose.”
My life’s been like that too.
Not too many regrets so far.