indianajo
Well-Known Member
I'm age 69 , an Army veteran, and getting out of bed in the morning involves pain. Walking causes pain in my knees. If I bike a lot, the knee pain is less, and I can actually walk looking like a normal person. The electric addition to the bike allows me to control how much exercise I get on it, reguardless of what global warming is doing to the wind in my area (all bad recently). I want 3.5 hours of pulse 120, twice a week, plus 20 to 90 minute supply runs on the bike nearly daily.
I don't smile a lot when biking, but I don't do it to tell macho stories about how tough I was to the bike club. Tried a club ride twice, heard enough of that. Those guys have no idea what even a lowly service support person in the Army has done. I ride comfortably, have a comfy seat and the nicest handlebar I can buy. My hands go to sleep these days on a long trip in my car.
I had a smiley moment Friday you can't buy with a ticket to a theme park. I stopped by the side of the road to blow my nose. @ somebody's driveway in exurbia. Their beautiful golden miniature horse trotted over from the other end of the pasture to be with me. Just horses grazing together amiably. You can't do that even in a jeep. I think the horses out there have a thing about bicyclers, think we're centaurs or something. Another grey one waves it's hoof at me frequently when I go by. At least I'm not being mistaken for a wolf (or barking dog).
I don't smile a lot when biking, but I don't do it to tell macho stories about how tough I was to the bike club. Tried a club ride twice, heard enough of that. Those guys have no idea what even a lowly service support person in the Army has done. I ride comfortably, have a comfy seat and the nicest handlebar I can buy. My hands go to sleep these days on a long trip in my car.
I had a smiley moment Friday you can't buy with a ticket to a theme park. I stopped by the side of the road to blow my nose. @ somebody's driveway in exurbia. Their beautiful golden miniature horse trotted over from the other end of the pasture to be with me. Just horses grazing together amiably. You can't do that even in a jeep. I think the horses out there have a thing about bicyclers, think we're centaurs or something. Another grey one waves it's hoof at me frequently when I go by. At least I'm not being mistaken for a wolf (or barking dog).
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