At 68, and having fallen in love with the road again, I have learned the importance of rationalization. My standard ride from home starts on a mile long climb. And it stays hilly. Ok, my speed is not the 20 mph of my youth but it’s uphill for gods sake. I feel like the animal I once pretended to be. I’m old, I’m thrilled with cycling, I’m in the country...yippee. On that hill yesterday I passed a guy in his garden who started whistling that racing operatic thing from Breaking Away...how cool.
Best,
jim
