I'm closer to 60 than fifty, but find that I continue to be amazed by my father. I visted him and my mother over the holidays and was bragging a wee bit about the number of miles I've ridden this year. Not sure why I was doing that, but I suspect his strict military style in raising his three sons had something to do with it. In any event, after talking about my riding, I asked how he had spent the rest of his recent birthday, now that he's 80+ years old. He said he pretty much treated the day like any other. My mother, however, chimed in and said, "He spent the day hauling wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow of gravel down the lane." Turns out he was adding gravel to his driveway a wheelbarrow full at a time. He had to walk each load over 100 yards to place it. As I looked at his driveway I was stunned at the sheer amount of physical work this must have involved. So, I said, "Wow, Dad. That's a lot of work. How many weeks did it take you to do this?" He glared at me and said, "Weeks my *$#% (arse). It took three days. It was only a bit over 90 loads." My mother nodded her head in agreement. Somehow my mileage this year seems a bit less impresive. The man had spinal surgery less than 8 months ago!