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• #52
@Digger
so quality mate, made it worth logging on just to see the pics.theres a guy called Jon Lee rides with Icknield road club, hes around the 80- mark,
was talking to him one day and hes says " so where do you want to go with the sport then"
and Im like, "well, Im too old for competitive stuff really"
his whole manner changed to stern surprise that I was writing off what to him looked like a few decades of vets races, proper humbling --total legends these guys. -
• #53
Until I’m over the hill – literally and metaphorically.
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• #54
my old man 81 this year he rides nearly every day , rode newport nocturne last summer,he organises lots of local events and will be doing 81 miles on his birthday ride next month.He inpsired me to get back on a bike again and I hope I can be half the man he is and ride into the sunset when im 101.Go to any form of cycling club and the old uns are the best advert for why cycling is good for your health
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• #55
Love those photos, Digger. It's a great thing to be able to really admire your dad. I don't really 'click' with mine - he'd drive a 4x4 100 meters to the shops rather than walk it. He thinks any cycling is dangerous beyond comprehension, especially on the road.
I take my old neighbour as inspiration for a life on two wheels. Bob (can't remember his second name!) Here he is, in his role of organising grass track racing:
He's the old 'un in the anorak and flat cap!
He still rolls the hills and lanes of Yorkshire, nipping out to Bolton Abbey for toasted teacakes and a natter with the lads. He doesn't ride fixed anymore, but I can forgive him that - after all, he is 87.As Ed says, the day my balance is too iffy to take to the lanes on two wheels, I'm going for one of these:
![](http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4122/4931996250_dfd3cc44de_z.jpg)
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• #56
that is a lovely looking bike indeed ^^, must be the only porn thread not on here- tricycle porn.
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• #57
As we age guys you know it'll happen, Mmmmmmmm tricycles...(drools)
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• #58
they dont piss about in Belgium--
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• #59
From my dads experience, my knees have another 8 years before one goes, but i'm sure by then Ti knees will have become the norm.
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• #60
they dont piss about in Belgium--
have you seen tricycle racing? awe to tha some ...There's trike racing here, there's about 5 people in the Tricycle racing club (might now be more, or less they might not be so young).
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• #61
There's trike racing here, there's about 5 people in the Tricycle racing club (might now be more, or less they might not be so young).
sounds well cliquey, half the posters on here will be into it by the end of the week.
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• #62
Ha! Trikes the new fixed/black.
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• #63
I hope to ride bikes for as long as I can, always been into bikes for as long as I can remember. I also look to my Dad as inspiration for cycling although he has not always been a cyclist. He basically got pressured by my Mum to go MTBing with me when we were on holiday as my brother pulled because it was raining and I wasn't allowed to go on my own (only 8). Since then he's never looked back and been the most enthusiastic MTBer, always wanting to go on rides with me and my mates and always prepared to drive us around Scotland to try new trails. Last year when he was 64 he did the Etape Calidonia just over a year after he had been diagnosed and treated with prostate cancer. He's not the fastest or the most skillful rider (there a whole load of wrecked rear wheels to prove it in his shed) but he definately enjoys cycling as much as anyone I've met.
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• #64
^that is a great story
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• #65
Some nice stories. I'll ride until I can't, for whatever reason. Hard to put a definite end date to something like this.
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• #66
great thread. i just wish my parents supported/understood my cycling.
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• #67
Until my body packs up
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• #68
great thread. i just wish my parents supported/understood my cycling.
you have to accept that some people will never understand.. what is important however is that if you are happy, they should be happy, right?
my daughters are at an age when they find cycling totally uninteresting (15 + 12).. until i got the rollapaluza team into our school.. head teacher and i went first, when the sixth-form boys turned up, i whispered in their little girly ears 'it's a dog eat cat world out there'.. .. both sprinted brilliantly for the school. 'o)
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• #69
^ I'll echo that Mike.
I have a wierd arrythmia condition which is being threatened with a pacemaker later on in life, but it doesn't affect my performance, but means that post exercise recovery is flooded with palpatations. I'm perectly well though.
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you have to accept that some people will never understand.. what is important however is that if you are happy, they should be happy, right?
ha. more like i should be happy to make them happy...
thing is they brought me up to cycle everywhere, and when i was a teenager they were happy enough for me to cycle out to see friends in villages on the weekend and so on, but it's like it's something i should have grown out of. it's dangerous, it's reckless, they don't see the point. doesn't help that i can't drive...
partly it's just them becoming older and more fearful. they fret about stuff they would never have done when i was much much younger, before anyone owned a mobile phone etc.
it just sucks that even if i want to do something simple (whether riding or tweaking/cleaning etc) i have to be discreet about it and pretend it's just a functional thing. moving back home is a bit of headache in so many ways. just realised too - in the last couple of years they have both stopped cycling which they used to do on a regular basis, just into town and to the shops.
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• #72
look at the two wheeled skillz, fucking hipsters :-)
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• #73
more expertise Ed^^
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• #74
He must have mad skillz, cos he kept it in the air for the whole time I was looking at the picture.
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• #75
Until I get to the King and Queen tonight.
Cycling saved my life, I'll ride until it kills me.