fairly popular adage over low-counties, england way.
stems from the crazy-popular fad around mid nineties for local heroes to give in to, wordly: Good, ditch all their property (recoup later) except ideally, their shed, but oftentimes some other household equipment, convert it to a motor vehicle and travel from land's end to John O'Groats, all along motorways all the way.
said fad came to a doleful
end when one brave endeavorer
try to make amphibious craft from a wash basin and cross to Orkneys - unsucessful. someone coulda died. tomfoolery!
so, sort of this term exudes the joys
in realising potential whilst going nowhere fast