Looking back upon this picture, it's hard to believe that I dressed my girls in dresses, 1968, to go out to play and/or to ride their bike.
Even harder to believe that this beautifully feminine child would grow up to be a bicycle courier in Vancouver for a few years, a participant in the BLT races down mountainsides, and would ride distances of 100 MILES or more per DAY when she wanted to go from Colorado to San Franscico, or San Franscico back to Vancouver, across desserts and through canyons, up and down mountain roads, and over many a highway.
My muscles ache just thinking of it, and what's ahead for me.
Even though my muscles get lazy/weaker every winter, I find that they get stronger daily with cycling in the spring.
Never very strong, though. In the race of the turtle and the hare, I was the turtle, but that should mean I will make it just the same.
So don't be afraid to get on a bike even if you're an older person like me.
Like wine and cheese, you get better with each passing day. And it's a ton of fun.
Karen
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