I dropped in on my parents this morning. It's a bright, beautiful day here in northern Illinois. I mentioned that I might be taking a ride this afternoon.
My dad asked, "How far will you ride?"
"I dunno," I answered. "Thirty, forty miles if I feel up to it."
Then my mom chimed in. "You know, dear," she said to my dad, "next time we go to the island we ought to rent a couple of bikes."
There was a moment of silence as they thought about this. My dad grunted something like assent.
My mom said, "Of course, I don't know how far I could ride anymore." (She is, after all, in her seventies).
My dad answered before I could, "Probably farther than you think."
And my mom nodded, "I'm sure I could ride farther than I could walk."
After all this time, I think I'm beginning to have a good effect on them.