Some time on Friday was spent riding, traveling roads I’ve never been, and kind of getting lost. (Getting lost is part of the fun.) I’ve had my bike for a few months and whenever I go out I have a destination in mind, but I can’t definitively say that I’ve ever made it to one of them. Reasons for that vary. The map that I glanced at before heading out gets muddled in my mind; I get sidetracked; the sun sets and I abandon course. 2/3 in jest and 1/3 in justification of my inability to get to places I’ve designated as destinations, let me hit you up with a cliché. Focus on the journey, not the destination. Joy is found not in finishing…