So, did you just ride back and forth on those two blocks?
Or go to "where the pavement ends"?
Multiple times. Each time was better than the time before.
Later, in the evening, I thought back over the ride, and how wonderful it had been.
To best put it in perspective, just imagine you had been lost in the wilderness for a solid two weeks with nothing to eat but a few tiny beetles and maybe a skinny witchetty grub, and that at last you stumbled out of the wilderness into civilization, and you were met by rescuers searching for you (presumably having concentrated their efforts looking in culverts, especially those filled with snakes.) And recognizing your utterly famished state, they handed you a can of unheated but still very yummy black pudding. It was so much better than even that can of unheated black pudding would be!
I hadn't thought about witchetty grubs in a very long time.