My sense of direction is so bad that even in the simplest of routes where it is nigh impossible to get lost I will invariably find a way. That’s the only way I seem to be able to find. And my talent for doing this is extraordinary.
Fully cognizant of this, for some bewildering reason I volunteered to lead a company bike ride along an unfamiliar route following the Kanda River to encourage people to take up cycling. I did this because riding has been so beneficial for me physically, mentally and spiritually.
So I was determined to get the route right. I plotted out the route turn-by-turn on Google Maps, saved a copy into Ridewithgps.com and then set out on a reconnaissance ride just to make sure.
And I got lost.
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