If one travels on business, and has his bicycle along, he can sometimes be the beneficiary of good fortune. I think it is the kind of good fortune to which they refer when they say something about making your own luck.
There was no direction, and there was no plan. I just happened to be at a place, at the right time, with a bicycle handy. That place happened to be in the fourth largest city in the US. Who would have thought?
Although most of the route was a nice paved hike/bike trail along one of the area’s characteristic bayous, some area looked like this…
Yep, just dumb luck.