I was reading over the forum, appreciating the wit and wisdom of getting gray, but feeling a bit melancholy, too. Last year at this time I was gearing up for a Centurion, having hauled out the Trek 1200 after ten years. I was riding daily, and remembering why I used to love cycling so much -- except, of course on those long steep hills, when I would ask myself why the H I put myself through it.
Well, the ride came and went; a month later I took a weekend off. It has stretched into nearly a year now, and the only spare tire I've been carrying is around my middle.
Just. In the middle of my mope, I heard a soft bang from down the hall. When i investigated, I found that my Centurion cycling cap had fallen off the closet shelf.
Someone is trying to tell me something, no?