Yesterday was marked by a couple events. One, I managed to become much more proficient in hands-free bike-riding. Second, on said bike ride, I saw an aggressive roadbiker take a nasty spill (and helped him, natch). Third, homemade burgers are the booooomb. Fourth, this fresh butter from a farm in NC (which I visited this weekend) is also the bomb.
But the first one is the biggie. It's such a visceral pleasure to figure out how to do something -- how it's mainly a physical coordinative process gently led by quick analysis of what's needed.
As MRR would say: "it's soccer player intelligence"