Originally Posted by
Bill Kapaun
Just tell that you're 25 and had a serious illness.
I frequently ride the bike to the cleaners (a new one for us since the old one closed). So, on the first ride, the very sweet owner/operator of oriental descent and accent remarked upon my bike and my riding, and did I always ride, etc. During the course of our conversation, I told her I swam a lot, lifted weights, etc., and the subject of my age came up. I told her I was 95. She stopped and came over and looked me over, head to toe, front to back, with this strange look on her face. I hated to destroy the moment by telling her I was only 73, but I did. It was enjoyable. We are now friends, and she looks forward to my biking there.