Chores and Business . . . and neighbors
So, I do a lot of "incidental riding" going to the store, the bank, the rec center, etc. The mileage does add up. Saves gas and I get healthier.
Today, as I was chaining my bike to the stop sign at the grocery (for some strange reason, they place the bike racks out in never-never land where no one can see them) I met my neighbor walking from his new BMW after driving to the store.
Now, my neighbor is fit, just 50+, and has a brand new bike that he showed me proudly, but, to my best guess, he has ridden it mainly once. However, I have invited him weely to ride with me. He is also an OCD neatnik and clean nik.
So, he says "Hi!" and I say "Hi!", and he looks at my 1998 Hardrock, and spots some dried mud, and remarks that I must have gotten into some mud somewhere, and I can see that the dried mud on the bike is freaking him out. So, I say - yes the good old bike is 10 years old, and it rode faithfully on the Ride the Rockies, and the dried mud will eventually fall off.
OK, so his new and very clean bike is hanging perfectly neatly on the wall spotlessly clean in his garage (somehow, when I see a bike hanging on the wall, I suspicion that it isn't ridden very much).
But, he drove his BMW to the store.
And the moral is . . .
Gosh, I wish I knew.