Life holds surprises at the other end of the rainbow, and all are not bad.
I started life in this lane and rode a bicycle, because there were no other means of transport. I see my son riding a better bicycle as a sport, as I alight from my chauffeur-driven Mercedes. The effort needed to keep the wheels rolling has decreased, and destinations changed.
Yet, I advise my boy to keep the bicycle machinery well-oiled, and his physique in shape. One never knows when the calls of the path will change. We have only imagined the other end of the rainbow.