Albeit 4 days early, I rode my age plus two today. There was an organized metric century sponsored by a bike group in our neck of the woods, so I figured that would be the time and place to get 'er done. I rode the metric and then ventured back out on the course to get my extra miles to qualify for the obligatory age-in-miles ride.

You know, as one ages these age rides ain't gettin' any easier.

I had considered moving to Canada so I could do it in km instead of miles, but Canada is the frozen north. And to the best of my knowledge, they don't have crawfish, boudin, alligator, chicory coffee, bream, crappy, barbeque and other members of the life-essential food groups. Also, I don't know how to convert real years into metric years, so I might end up having to ride farther.

This business of becoming ancient is confusing and definitely ain't for the weak of heart.