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• #102
Yay, made it yesterday! Authority figures throughout my (long) life said I never would. I won't bother riding past the crematorium again, I'll just put over and wait.
I can now be grumpy officially and make tutting noises in supermarket queues. I can also bore people I meet by telling them my age without being asked.
Old is going to suit me......
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• #103
Congrats!
On the upside you'll soon have more hair sprouting from your ears, than on your head.
Comb-over.
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• #104
Don't push yer luck youngster, I am now the snarling old git sitting at the end of every bar convinced that he's hard as nails.
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• #105
Nursing half a mild, yeah?
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• #106
Mild isn't what it used to be when they poured the contents of the drip trays into it, I can remember when old Tommy (continues ad infinitum).
At the age of 62 I know I'm getting slower. How do I know? Because everybody on a road bike speeds past me. Pre lockdown, I was struggling to keep up with a group at a steady 16-17mph on a flattish ride. I approach a hill, I feel as if I'm on a giant piece of elastic. I'm pleased that I can still ride for 40-50 miles - it just takes me longer than it did 10 years ago. Perhaps I should console myself with the fact that I still can ride the distance. Maybe old and slow is the way to go or mabe a new expensive gravel bike is called for. Afterall, on a towpath, I'm not going to be flat out, I'm just likely to be enjoying the flora and fauna. Does any one on here experience anything similar. Come on! I need reassurance.