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Reminds of various discussions in the VOC (Vincent Owner's Club) of yesteryear. As it was an expensive marque, generally the owners were older than the usual cyclist. As it was also a fast machine - it was presumed that these 'older' ones were at least a tad wiser (than the usual cyclist).
While these were pre-ACRONYM times, I don't recall an effort to create a (these were also pre-'algorithm'-usage times.) I'm sure though, given the decently rampant humour in this small publication -- KISS would have elicited a chortle and maybe have begun a Contest, too.
Most 'drivers' never ever consider the 'philosophy' of what they are doing; quite fewer seem to possess an instinctive ability to say, overlay? map what they grok of basic physics -- into an actual subroutine/task which they are (at least subliminally) aware they must Do, to survive.
Language often fails when "crossing scales" like this. So I appreciate that the example hints shown, just could galvanize a first-appreciation of just how Much needs to be "going on inside", if you really mean to reach Point B, 100.0% of the time.
Or, as the Murican Emcee allus used to Say: Good Shew!
(Bonus points for IDing that famous Murican presenter~of~Talent)
Ashton,
MPH sententious natterings worked por moi; I be still ~here.