So I’m out and about, hanging out with plant last night; standing in his backyard talking about the strange sort of stuff the cognoscenti tend to talk about, watching kids run about, assembling bicycles . . . you know, the usual.

Anyway, I’m standing there looking at a radio-flyer tricycle, we all know the one, classic design, I had one when I was a kid; but I’m standing there looking at this ubiquitous piece of childhood paraphernalia and it strikes me that this particular example has, very much like my own as a child, a marked difference between the aim of the handle-bars and the alignment of the front wheel.

I learned it at a young age, and I think it’s rather helpful . . .

Regardless of your best efforts to steer, sometimes you find yourself drifting to the left or to the right, and just because your efforts don’t always work out exactly as you hoped, you’ve got to keep steering anyway, because you have to keep moving forward.

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