I just turned 50 last month although I pass for late 30ish early 40's all the time when people quess.
Had a bad day at work on a senseless field trip to a customer, so I go home and decide to take a 20ish mile road ride. Temp about 81 degrees sunny and nice here in eastern Pa. Most of my rides are uneventful and smooth...............well...here comes one of the most hellish ride I had. Less than 1 mile into circuit a car pulls out infront of me, then gives me the finger......Ok, morans are everywhere. Next comes skateboarders who think the whole road is there's for daredevil stunts...jumping missel skateboards is a new one for me. Next comes semi affectionate dogs who want to lick/nibble at your calves at 19 mph...OK, I like dogs. Next comes teenage race car drivers carrening around corners unaware of anything in their paths......OK, I can menuver rather well.
17 miles passes and a squirrel feels like playing tag with his buddies in middle of street....excellent test of ultegra braking system. Nerves shot, I cruise home to find out I forgot to hit button on my computer.
Drank a beer, ate and went to bed...reading my new road bike action magazine...waiting for the ceiling fan to fall on my head.