Thankful for GPS

Working my way north a curtain of rain ahead has me glancing left.  If I push a bit west I can sneak around behind the rain and stay dry.  At 5C, staying dry is a larger priority than ever.  Cold is one thing.  Cold and wet is another…and one I’d like to minimize at least. 

The GPS is always eager to make suggestions as though it’s a local and knows the very best of paths to travel.  It’s reliability has been called into question on numerous occasions but I was willing to give it another crack.  The road narrowed, the trees moved closer and the gravel was soft…and not a good soft either.  Eyes up I maintained my pace while the Wee did its usual dance beneath me.   That’s what motorbikes do on anything less that solid pavement.  All the while the GPS assured me that I’d find my way soon enough.

The unplanned detour brought with it many gifts each exclusively for me.  How lucky is that.  The glory of autumn in full bloom on a road traveled only by me.  Not a sound or soul as far as the eye can see.  Bliss.

Sometimes the technology does you right.  Guides you safely along while reminding you why you ride and how lucky you are to ride where you do.  Thanksgiving indeed.