At the risk of having to give up my key to the men’s room, I have something to admit. It turns out I didn’t have a friggin’ clue where I really was. It all started innocently enough. I was looking to improve on my last bicycle ride in New Orleans, which now holds the title “least scenic ride of my life.” I was also looking to ride a route I hadn’t taken before. One way was downtown, so that was out. Another direction was Audubon Park; but I had done that one twice already so that was out. Another direction was the river front, but I had done that one before too, and I wasn’t going to make that mistake again. That left one direction yet to be explored, so off I went. The direction of the day took me past a not entirely unpleasant mix of business and residential zoning. I was cruising along having a wonderful time and wondering when I would find what I was looking for, when I learned how Christopher Columbus must of felt when he learned he hadn’t been to India after all. There, right in front of me, was Xavier University. You see, I knew approximately where Xavier University was, I just didn’t think I was going in that direction. To think I was lost all of that time and didn’t know it! My lay of the land re-established, I was able to make an educated guess as to the proper route to take home. Why didn’t I just go back the way I came? You’ve never gone on a bicycle exploration with me, have you?

No, it wasn’t the first time I’ve been a little lost on my bike; but hey, that’s half the fun.