The Better Route 

The Better Route

The other day my colleague and I bet on whose preferred route is shorter from Point A to Point B. If Iím right, I win a spinach and cheese pie at my favourite cafť. If sheís right, I have to buy her a meat pie from Hamburger Hut.

Iím a cyclist. So Iím fairly confident Iíll win. But she is a runner. And a self-proclaimed taxi driver in another life. Which means I have had a few moments of wondering if maybe, just maybe, Iím wrong.

So I decided to try both routes. Mine is a long straight shot up a long incline and down a long incline. It goes by in a blurógrass, sky, cars on my right, the occasional pedestrian walking purposefully, two sets of news paper vendors, three lots of roadside worm sellers, all along a long, unbroken stretch of leg-pumping pavement before me. Itís an energising, focusing, meditative kind of ride, in which I can solve problems, make plans, and think clearly.

Hers is a meandering route, with neither the grunt of a long up hill nor the windswept flying of a long down hill. Twelve turns, including a right turn across several lanes of traffic, three robots. A small stretch of cycle track next to where there is often a roadblock. Several hundred metres alongside a police training camp. The short part past the fkwit presidentís house, where his guards invariably shout rudely at me, never goes quickly enough. It goes through a more medium density residential and shopping area, which means I spend a good ten minutes of thicker pedestrian traffic. I pass sweet vendors, newspaper vendors, roasted mealie vendors, basket vendors, street children.

Having tested them both, I was confident that even if hers were shorter, on the enjoyability scale, Iíd made the right choice. Yesterday I had a look at a friendís map book. Sure enough, mine works out to about 4.5 kilometres, while hers is more like 6. So Iím one spinach pie richer. And several cycle rides more peaceful.

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Comment when you say it like that it makes a lot of sense

Wed Apr 5, 2006 2:18 pm MST by bob stevens

Comment when you say it like that it makes a lot of sense

Wed Apr 5, 2006 1:53 pm MST by bob stevens

Comment I know I'm off topic but today is the best day as she has said

Mon Apr 3, 2006 3:45 pm MST by tim smith

Comment fkwit is roughly synonymous with "bastard." A roasted mealie is an ear of maize/corn out of its husk and roasted over a wood fire.

Thu Mar 23, 2006 1:19 am MST by Anonymous

Comment Excuse me, but what are "fkwit" and "roasted mealie"?

Wed Mar 22, 2006 7:44 am MST by a Duoist

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