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I left NYC some 40 years ago because of the winters and never returned, and I love NYC, but I hate the winters. Now I live in the south and can ride just about year-round and it's wonderful.
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I'm 64, so hoping for at least a decade more riding. Balance is an issue; I need visual reference to assist my poor inner-ear balance control. We'll see. I'm making a big push to improve health; losing weight, increasing exersize, eating better. It's working, and I'm feeling better than I have in years.
In addition to loving sports, I'm also a garage rat. Love me a good project, like building a bike frame. Along those lines, I like tools. Quality tools. More recently, I find myself conflicted sometimes with spending the money on "the good stuff", realizing that my years are limited. I half way joke about my expensive tools getting liquidated during an estate sale after I die. Do I really need a Mitutoyo digital micrometer, when a china cheepie will suffice for my needs? Don't answer that... |
RMOT
The clock of life is wound but once And no man has the power To tell just where the hands will stop, At late or early hour. To lose one’s wealth is sad indeed, To lose one’s health is more. To lose one’s soul is such a loss As no man can restore. The present only is our own. Live, love, toil with a will. Place no faith in ‘tomorrow’ For the clock may then be still. |
Summer is indeed a wonderful time. Life seems so much more cheerful. easier and relaxed. I think the song that describes it the best is "Summertime and the Living is so easy."
Sadly , we're mortal. I'm going to miss riding my bicycle on a summer day, and downing a bottle of ice water when its over. Probably I'm going to say to myself, why the hell did you have to push so hard all those rides?.Couldn't you have just once or twice slowed down and admired the scenery or chatted with someone? |
convo w/ Wifey this morning:
me: wanna go for a bike ride Saturday? her: what are you crazy I can't ride with this leg me: so can we sell your bikes now? her: what are you crazy? you can't sell my bikes :eek: the storage wars continue ...:twitchy: |
Interesting comments from people in their 60s hoping they have 10 years of cycling left. I thought the same thing. But don't sell yourself short. I'm 77 and just bought a new bike.
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This question reminds me of the old commercial where a cartoon owl was asked how many licks it takes to get the center of a Tootsie Pop. He determines it is 3 because he was impatient and bit into it instead of licking it :)
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I generally don’t like summers. Often very hot a humid where I am. Give me spring and fall.
Having came extremely close to death 3 years ago, I don’t wonder about how much time I have left. It’s pointless. Could be 5 minutes. Could be decades. I just want the end to be quick and painless. |
At 73, I'm hoping to continue riding into my mid-eighties. Avoiding rides with 20- and 30-year-olds is best for me. Trying to keep up is discouraging.
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Hey I just bought a new old bike to rebuild and ride for the summer. There is something about stripping a bike down to the frame, truing the wheels, dealing with any paint issues, overhauling the parts and installing new tires, cables, and tape, that just say summer to me.
I picked up a 1989 Trek 520 with all original parts a few days ago. The first two pics are of the bike after a short neighborhood cruise on the original tires (dry rotted but with good tread). This is a low mileage bike. The 3d pic has all the parts from the tear down. The 4th pic is my workbench. Rebuilding a new old bike and riding is a good way to spend a summer in my book. https://cimg4.ibsrv.net/gimg/bikefor...1a23e97dac.jpg https://cimg5.ibsrv.net/gimg/bikefor...ac6a2e3bff.jpg https://cimg7.ibsrv.net/gimg/bikefor...5b43f018b5.jpg https://cimg8.ibsrv.net/gimg/bikefor...f114dc06d3.jpg |
Originally Posted by Wildwood
(Post 23737592)
No, No, No, ...
the better question is = How many Summers AND Winters did you get RIGHT? Your legs can take you places your bikes can't go. The world is a place of constant Wonder - All The Time ! All The Seasons ! There is Music in everything! All the smallest corners, all the smallest things ! ... just back from Parkfield Bluegrass... 5 days of wonder and joy, no bike, but plenty of wandering in meadows on the verge of Dry and Golden glow... Hawks, Vultures, WoodPeckers and Owls. Coyote and field mice, Butterflys and Bees... Giant Ancient Oaks and Scottish Thistle... Ride, Hike, Walk, - lay in the grass... listen to the music... both manmade and always extant in the world connect, enveloped in the magic... Vivaldi is till the Master (among many others...) And Max Richter distills the 'juice', an apprentice squeeze the juice from every breath and note... Ride On Yuri |
Originally Posted by Wildwood
(Post 23737592)
No, No, No, ...
the better question is = How many Summers AND Winters did you get RIGHT? Your legs can take you places your bikes can't go. The world is a place of constant Wonder - All The Time ! All The Seasons ! There is Music in everything! All the smallest corners, all the smallest things ! ... just back from Parkfield Bluegrass... 5 days of wonder and joy, no bike, but plenty of wandering in meadows on the verge of Dry and Golden glow... Hawks, Vultures, WoodPeckers and Owls. Coyote and field mice, Butterflys and Bees... Giant Ancient Oaks and Scottish Thistle... Ride, Hike, Walk, - lay in the grass... listen to the music... both manmade and always extant in the world connect, enveloped in the magic... Vivaldi is till the Master (among many others...) And Max Richter distills the 'juice', an apprentice squeeze the juice from every breath and note... Ride On Yuri Youtube to: ' Parkfield Bluegrass Festival ' iffn you want some of that... |
I have all my summers left.
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I remember my first week in law enforcement, and seeing my first body on the job. It was an 8-year-old boy who had been hit by a car. The paramedics tried their hardest to save him, but he died on the scene. I was riding with the responding officer, and had to go to the morgue with him as the kid's family had to come in and identify his body. At the morgue they had a guy near the body who was sharpening the cutlery they used to perform autopsies. To say that was an unpleasant experience was a big understatement, I still remember that incident clearly after all these years, even remembering that the medical examiner used Dexter Russell Sani-Safe kitchen knives (one fell on the floor next to my foot, I almost jumped out of my skin). Any hour can be your last hour, and if you've made it long enough to be posting in this forum, count your lucky stars.
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