We Chase the Road

As kids, many of us stuck playing cards in our bike spokes just to hear that sputtering rhythm—pretending it was an engine. We weren't just riding bikes. We were racing through imagined streets, free, fast, powerful.

That sense of motion, that craving for speed and escape, often follows us into adulthood. The bicycle becomes a car. The daydream becomes a goal. But the feeling we're chasing—freedom, confidence, happiness—remains just out of reach.

It's more than a fascination with vehicles. It's about what they represent: autonomy, excitement, transformation. We think, "Once I get that one perfect ride, then I'll feel whole." But satisfaction doesn't come with speed. It rarely comes from things.

What we often overlook is that it was never really about the bike or the car. It was about imagination. Identity. Joy.

Maybe the real fulfillment comes not from chasing the dream, but from understanding it—and remembering the joy we felt when a simple card in the spokes made us believe we were flying.