64 Times

Still rockin'

 Today is the day I cross the line for the 64th time. It's a number that I never thought I'd see attached to my name. 

I remember a rider back from the days when I was first doing bicycle work. He's a reader of this blog, so, John, if you read this, you might remember this story.

John used to take his lunch at the shop. He'd pull up a five gallon bucket, sit down, and have his meal. He'd chat us up for a bit and then take off back to work  

The shop guys revered John. He was a really good rider, and he was around sixty or so at this point in his life. I can remember thinking, "I sure hope I'm still riding strong at sixty!" 

Well, here I am. I'm probably no where near as "strong" as John was at my age, but hey! I'm doing okay. Better than I figured I would be. And I still am planning on doing this thing for a while. No reasons not to. 

Thanks for reading!