Fellow 50+ers, the time has come for me to realize the dream is over. It hasn't been easy to come to terms with, but today I made the leap. I'm not at peace, but I think I am at last willing to accept reality.
Yep, you guessed it. I changed the stem on my road bike. I now have an old guy bar set up. Ill never be young and agile again.
I finely admitted to myself that my drops were almost never being used, and that I lived on the hoods. Sure, I could hit the drops for a short spurt, or when I knew that PhotoCrazy™ was shooting the century I was riding.
But really, I wasn't comfortable at all.
So I have a new stem. Darn it. As Billy Crystal said "It's better to look marvelous than to feel marvelous." and I no longer get even close to marvelous.
Here's a photo of me as I think I am (and only semi-marvelous even here), shot during the Chico Wildflower this year.
Someday soon I'll post a photo of myself in my new and (cough) improved upright geezer riding position.