The Old Guy Bicycle Blog

For most of my cycling life, sunscreen was an afterthought — if I thought about it at all. I’ve logged thousands of miles under the Texas sun, my arms and neck darkened by years of exposure. I wore my tan lines like a badge of honor, a mark of a cyclist who’s spent real time in the saddle. But I’ll tell you the truth: I never truly worried about it… until I turned 69. I went in for a free skin check offered by a local hospital — no symptoms, just something that seemed like a smart thing to do. The dermatologist took one look and said, “You need to get this checked out as soon as possible. It’s very likely skin cancer.” Let me tell you — that stopped me cold. Suddenly, all those years of skipping sunscreen didn’t feel tough. They felt reckless. I’d trained hard for decades, watched my diet, kept my heart strong — and yet I’d ignored the largest organ of my body: my skin. Thankfully, I got treatment and caught it early. But it was the wake-up call I didn’t know I needed. Now, I Don't...