Originally Posted by Velo Fellow

At my age of 60, when I consider peers who are chained to their recliners, taking a Whitman's sampler of meds, overweight, combating cancer, or just don't have the motivation.........well, then my slow snail's painful pace up our local killer hill seems like victory enough.

In the end, despite our envy of younger, faster, more genetically endowed, etc.......who here wants to quit and join the above alternative? We are all winners in the Tour de Aging. Speed is simply relative....although I'm human enough to have to rationalize that thought for a few moments because flying up those hills is, in fact, a sweet fantasy.....but, in the end alas, just a fantasy.