I don’t mind being called a hipster by my daughter; although, not knowing exactly what that means, maybe I should. I just tipped over the half century mark, grow a whacky Amish-ish chin beard, drink micro brew beers, and wear jeans & hiking boots 99% of the time, (except sometimes on Sundays when I go butt naked, it’s a religious thing), and try to keep up with the latest indie music. Call it the mid-life swoon, denial, whatever; all I know is, I like ridding and working on bikes. It keeps me healthy with a smile on my face. If that’s hipster….HELLYA!:D
