That makes sense. Biking feels more real than driving. Like you’re actually part of a place.

You put into words what I've been feeling every time I'm on a bike.

My wife asked me to drive her somewhere last night, and I hated it. Sitting felt uncomfortable, being boxed in was unpleasant, having no connection to the real world other than from a metal and glass box sucks. And this was just a short trip across town, had it been in traffic, I would have sent her off in an Uber. LOL

When I ride my bike, even through a small subdivision or quiet downtown streets, I'm able to hear the world around me, smell the wonderful meals being cooked or laundry being dried. And I can feel the ground beneath me and wind on my face as I glide along. Pure joy.