For more than 50 years, I’ve lived much of my life on two wheels. Roads have changed. Bikes have changed. I’ve changed. But the feeling of freedom I get while pedaling never has.
I started riding in my teens, chasing that rush of speed and independence. Back then, it was about getting somewhere fast, feeling strong, and testing limits. Now, in my late 60s, it’s about something deeper: reflection, health, peace, and connection. The journey means more now than ever before.
Over the decades, cycling has given me more than physical fitness. It’s taught me patience on long climbs, resilience when the weather turns, and gratitude for every sunrise I’ve ridden into. It has brought friendships, challenges, and moments of pure joy — the kind that only comes when your legs are burning and your heart is full.
I’ve pedaled through cities, deserts, mountains, and quiet country roads. I’ve ridden in rain, wind, blistering heat, and the chill of early morning. And no matter where I ride, I always feel at home.
What’s kept me going all these years? A simple truth: the journey always gives back. Each mile tells a story. Each ride clears my mind. Every time I saddle up, I’m reminded that age doesn’t define the ride — spirit does.
Whether you're 18 or 80, a beginner or a seasoned cyclist, I hope you keep pedaling. Because this journey doesn’t end at a finish line. It keeps unfolding with every turn of the crank.
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