I've mentioned "Bob" before, but I will give it a go again, as there are a lot of new folks here.

Bob is 67, and rides the EXACT same route of 40 miles every day. He has it measured to the exact foot. In fact, since he doesn't have an odometer, he has had me measure the distances for him.

Bob wears no helmet, instead sporting a brown baseball cap. He wears a bright flourescent green vest for visibility. There is no way I can keep up with him - except one time going up a hill, he had a mtn bike and I had a roadie, and I did manage for a short time to keep his pace. He now rides a roadie exclusively.

Bob used to do marathons, and he trained for a marathon the exact same way he trains on his bicycle now.

A few weeks back, Bob wanted to ride his age on his birthday, and he was all set, and about half way through, when he had a flat. Evidently he carries no extra tubes or flat fixing equipment as he had to limp back and failed to ride the 67 miles.

So, the next week he tried again, and had another flat. I came across him at the trailhead where he was attempting to fix the flat, to no avail. I lent him an extra tube, and a lady in a car at the trailhead had a high pressure presta 12V pump, and he was on his way, and finished his 67 miles.

The next day he waved me down and wanted to know where I lived so he could replace the tube. I told him not to worry about it, be he truly INSISTED. So, the next day he rode through our circuitous heighborhood, found my house and placed a new tube on my porch.

For the longest time, I tried to get Bob to return my "hello" and wave on the trail, with no success. Finally, one day, he did, and when we measured the exact 40 miles, we talked a bit.

I later found out that all the girls know Bob, but I didn't. Seems he has an eye for the young ladies riding on the trail. I was just the wrong sex!