There was a university study I read about years ago testing who
has a better sense of direction men or women. The experiment put a woman
in a room with a blindfold and turned her around a few times and then asked her
to point North. Then a man was put in the room blindfold told the same
thing. This was done with several different men and women. The conclusion
was men have a natural compass that guides them to pick the correct direction 9
times out of ten. Women could not pick the correct direction, one time
out of ten, a few women, proving the man has a natural instinct for directions
and thus must be the reason men do not like to stop and ask for directions when
out driving. Idk I read everything...
What I do know is women
remember landmarks for directions, men remember route numbers and road names
better. This also was a proven fact of study. Now I know am pretty good
at directions both route names and landmarks but I remember my husband is a man
when trying to talk to him about any directions and today I am reminded I am still a
woman. Brings me to today...
We decided to ride our bikes
around the countryside of our town. It is sunny 80 degrees and it is my
first ride outside this season so I don't want to go too far, maybe ten miles
if it is flat roads mostly. Now my sweetheart rides 20 - 40 miles a day and I
knew he would have to slow down for me so I told him to go ahead and leave me,
so he can get his workout and not worry about me, I am a tourist rider for
sure. I stop at creeks, look at trees, watch critters, and enjoy the old
neighborhood we lived in when we first married and had wee ones. He
insists he wants to be with me today for fun.
He is constantly asking me where I was going and I
said "Idk, I'm riding till I don’t want to anymore." After a
ride to the old neighborhood and a stop at a creek with a sip of water I
realized I had gone far enough my first day and wanted the flattest route home.
He gave me several options that got so detailed, (he knows each curve and hill
so well)…that I got testy…
And say "Forget it, I'm
hot, I'm hungry, I'm thirsty, I did not know it would take me this long to get
here, I need more water, how long would it take you to ride back home the way
we just came, get the car, and come pick me up?' He says, "If I go
back it will about 25 minutes, then ten to get back here with the car total... 35
minutes."
I say, “If I keep going the
longer way how long will it take me to get home?" He says,
"About an hour, or a little more."
Ok I want to get home quicker
so I say, "If you go back the shorter way, (Hills to climb, no thanks) and
I continue on the far way to Feura Bush (flatter roads yes please) can you drive
back by the nursery on that road by the railroad to pick me up?"
"What road?"
"The one by the nursery." "You mean Creble
Road?" "I don't know the road name, the nursery road, you know!"
"No I don't know." "OMG, you take a right on 9W, past the
post office, past the school, a flashing light, take a left there, go by the
nurseries, I'll meet you on that road somewhere."
He turns his bike and rides off. "Jesus I think how long have we lived here?"
So I continue to Feura Bush, I walk my bike, I ride my bike, I turn past
Stewart's go down to the road with the nursery at the other end...Yes, it was
named Creble Rd. Dammit. He's right again!
I ride to the other end of
Creble, passed the nurseries, take a right by the flashing light, go up past
the school, the post office, take a left on 396, thinking good grief if I knew
he was taking this long I would have just told him to go home and I’ll be there
later. Oh I wish I had an ice cold chocolate protein shake, yeah, that would be
nice... Now I begin to think..."I hope he is OK, I hope his bike did
not break down, or anything bad happened to him... why is he so late it's been
more than 35 minutes, where is he? I’m tired!"
As I'm riding down snakey,
windey, 396, I know I can make it home now, from here it is flat road all the
way... I'm thankful but concerned about him...
He shows up. "Why
did you take so long?" I ask. So he tells his story, he took longer to get
home than thought, he had to find his bike rack for the Cherokee, then he had
to find a crossbar for my bike to mount it and well...the list goes on... He says
“You want to ride on home now you are so close?" I said, "No.
I'm not in competition with myself, I'll take a ride thank you."
He put the bike on the rack and
says, "I can't believe you made it this far, I thought you were going to
stop?" "I was, but it was so hot and I dislike stopping when
I'm trying to get home. You know I have ADHD, I prefer to keep moving."
He said, "I totally get it, I hate to sit and wait too."
I jumped in the seat beside
him, a little miffed but he did the best he could so I really could not be mad
at him. It is not his fault I had to turn back.
He said," I brought you a chocolate protein shake if you want
it?" Me, "Is it cold?" "Yes, icey just the way you
like it." 😉 (Too bad, nobody loves me, too bad…)
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