These are the good old days. Don’t ever forget that.
The boy and I just completed 90 miles around Lake Pepin on elderly, if not antique bicycles (24” Raleigh rod braked Roadsters) so, I guess my fitness level is into the pink, if not exceeding it. Stiff muscles today, that hill between Bay City and Maiden Rock on Wisconsin 35 gets a little steeper every year, I think. I’m no longer waiting on the boy, he flew up that hill, flew through the whole course on a 1969 DL1 with 8” cranks and 28” wheels. I’m with the other old guys, floating into the rest stops for a break. I had a few Red Stripes on the ride, both days. 7 hours with no beer would be a dull ride. Yea, I drank water, too.
I know a few people in their 50s-60s that prattle on about how they want to live to be 100. Funny thing, I’ve never met someone in their 90s who wants to do that.
Careful what you wish for. Use the active years, wisely.
Best,
Ted
