Best kind of news ever!

That sounds like the 1960s.

This morning was cool at 31*F but the winds were at my back.

I left work at 05:30 a.m. and had a very filling breakfast 8 miles later at the local Diner. With a tummy full of eggs, toast, homefries, and sausage I headed over towards the river in hopes of catching the sunrise. I couldn't help but notice that the wind had picked up quite a bit and there was a definite increase in humidity.

I got to the river just as the sun was peeking over the horizon and hastily took this picture.



That's the marina and yacht club across the water, lake Ontario is a few hundred yards downstream to the left. The darker clouds at the top of the frame I very quickly learned was rain. Yep, it started raining as I was taking this picture.

The rest of the 15 mile ride was peacefully uneventful, a typical early Sunday morning ride.

It rocks to be rolling in the 60's!!

Glad that Mrs. Cranky's biopsy was negative for cancer. Y'all have had enough bad news and rough times lately this is much better.

Bill

So, Fellows, having lived through the '50's, how were they? What do us folks just entering have to look forward to?

Cranky, makes me feel good reading your stories... ride on! me I am close, real close @ 58Years, I get home from work at 2:30, I ride after work.

Oh, the 50's were marvelous! If you've been careful you will have generated a bit of financial stability so you don't have to worry as much as you did in your younger days. You can easily take care of yourself and stay in shape. The aging process and the injuries of youth haven't caught up with you yet. People respect you and start saying "sir" or "ma'am" when you don't expect it. You have developed a sense of perspective and gained experience, perhaps even a little wisdom too. And you may have collected a few interesting bikes!

Darn, I am in my 70's. Could someone remind about that "wisdom" thing? BTW, I am both conservative and liberal, and sometimes wear bright clothes and sometimes subdued clothes.

Ah, the wisdom is optional, I believe.

I believe the correct diagnosis is "bi-political."

While riding home from work this evening I had a very entertaining encounter. I was working my way along the 390 MUP through a nice quiet wooded section. As I rounded a curve I spied three hikers about thirty yards ahead of me, two young girls about twelve years old and a middle aged woman.

While still a good twenty yards back I dinged my bell twice as I silently and slowly approached them from behind. The two younger girls intsantly screamed and broke into a short run while grabbing ahold of the third walker. They quickly calmed down, stepped off the edge of the trail, and while giggling and talking among themselves watched my approach.

As I cruised by I laughingly commented that I had never before gotten such an energetic reaction to my little bell. We all four laughed and continued on our ways.

The sixties is a good decade indeed.

Yes, it is good to be "old" and be able to enjoy the simpler things...I am 63, make a daily trip (when weather permits) to a local coffee shop that opened 5 years ago. I am such a regular there, they refer to me as "The Mayor"...Nothing against the chain coffee shops ( I frequent those also) but you just can't beat the local place with the regulars there on a regular basis...they know i am to have no caffeine, so no matter what I order I get a hot white tea and a carrot muffin top...only exception is on Saturday's I get a decaff, non-fat mocha and a cinnamon roll....If I don't show up for a day or two because of business travel, I usually get a text wanting to know where I am and if I am okay....Ah, how I love to sit in that coffee shop and ponder where my bike will take me for lunch as I run errands about town...I am not retired yet, but learning to slow down and smell the roses, er, coffee...So Cranky, I can relate...

I'm looking forward to my 60s, because I hope to be retired, living car-free, and working part-time at Trader Joes, or perhaps Wegman's, if they build a few more.

I saw three burly fellows pushing a late model Ford Crown Victoria into a gas station today. I commented that they were taking Human Powered Vehicles to the extreme.

Apparently such a comment from a grey haired old guy on a long wheel base recumbent was laugh worthy as they all broke out laughing.

Still rocking and rolling through my sixties.