Jenny and I made the ride to Rockford and back this evening. While we were waiting in the left turn lane for the light on 32nd and Highway 27, a cyclist pulled in behind us.
My plan was to time myself, as usual, on the big climb. So, when we reached the bottom of the hill, I started the stop watch and charged up the hill for all I was worth.
I waited for Jenny at the top. The cyclist that had pulled in behind us at at the light came up the hill ahead of Jenny. He pulled to a stop and complimented me on my climb. "You nailed that hill. You really hammered it."
He wasn't far behind me. He was lean
– not an ounce of fat on him.
He wasn't winded; obviously he had climbed the hill at a comfortable
pace. I asked where he was headed. "Freeman, or maybe Rockford if I
have time," he said. "I'm just visiting friends here. I haven't ridden
this way before.
Rockford and back is where we're headed, I told him.
I rode to Coeur d'Alene this morning, he said. "But I needed a few
At that he pedaled away. Wow, I said to myself, when I'm in my
seventies, I want to be just like him
– still riding and riding
strong. I was inspired.
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