(This is one of those “lots of pictures” posts…just because.)
On a good ride on a nice autumn day, I got to contemplating what kind of rider be the old Boomer here and decided more about what I ain’t than what I am:
I will never be the conqueror of high mountains like Brent and Sandie. This asthmatic avoids situations where the air is thin.
I will never have the delts of a Fat Cyclist because I prefer to use a nutcracker to open walnuts and not my legs.
I will never engage in the cross-continental insanity like Jill though it would be a serious kick in the butt to try. However, it would involve sleeping outside without electricity. And Starbucks. Never gonna happen.
And I will never be a force for positive change in the community like Moser. (Dude, when are you running for office?)
What does that leave? Not a lot.
I guess I bike because I like to take pictures of the sky and pretty trees.
Maybe I’ll have an attitude adjustment down the road, but for now, things are good.