Albert Einstein on his Theory of Relativity: "I thought of that while riding my bicycle." It happened again. I didn't want to exercise because my head was in my book and I wanted to be writing, and...because I was feeling lazy. But when I finally forced myself to get on the bike, and the canyon breeze was blowing through the hair on my legs (probably should have shaved), and the smell of maple was in my nose, something unjammed inside my head. The mind-wheels got turning and the story fires got burning and suddenly I knew what to do with that one character in my book that had been stuck. I love my bicycle. :)