Oh those poor motorcyclists caught in the rain. Their journey is prolonged by that pesky accumulation as they park under the overpass on the side of the road.
And yet traveling on a motorcycle is much different from the soccer mom in the minivan that ran through a stop sign this morning, or the man driving the large, diesel truck that zoomed well over the speed limit on the highway to make sure everyone got that he was type-A.
Really, it’s not so bad to have to stop every once in a while in whatever we do. At the office, perhaps you could take a smoke break without the smoking. Five, ten minutes…that’s all you need.
It’s just a chance to stop and breathe. Believe me, it’s a much better way to travel.