Now that I am a senior biker (age 65 next month) , I can do it my way:
I wear jeans, not spandex
I go 10 mph on the bike trails as everyone else whizzes by me. I'm not in competition with anybody.
I don't count miles. I don't look at my watch. When I get tired, I just turn around. I have nothing to prove.
I look at the water and the birds and the people. If I see something interesting, I stop and gaze, looking like an old fool.
I ride in the rain if I want. My teenage kids tell me I'm nuts. But I'm in better shape than either one.
If I come to work smelling bad, I'm just an eccentric (as long as they don't mistake me for homeless.)
If it's cold, I put on plastic bags around my feet like an old lady.
I feel great, and I've never enjoyed life so much. (Pity the young.)
Lemond Victoire, Cannondale.Mountain Bike, two 1980s lugged steel Treks, ancient 1980-something Giant mountain bike converted into a slick tired commuter with mustache handlebars, 1960-something Raleigh Sports
If you're ever in sunny Charlottesville, lemme know. We'll go for a spin.
Boy, there sure isn't enough of this kind of thinking going on out there. The rides get better when you have nothing to prove. More important, riding a little slower gives me the time it takes to dump all my worries out on the side of the trail. Racing is too frenetic for this kind of thing. What I need to worry about will still be there at home, but all the rest will stay in the trailside ditch where they belong. Things get sorted out quite nicely. bk
Hey Mike, I like your thinking! I just turned 63 and lately, everytime I go for a ride I pass on the high dollar road racing machine and opt for my old hardtail mountain bike with slick tires...it's the perfect bike for the type of riding you described. Don't know if I can part with the Spandex though, it's just too comfortable! But thanks for reminding me what bicycling should be all about.