All Great Cyclists Used to be Fifty-Nine
It has been a year since I concluded that all great cyclists are fifty-nine.
It has been a year now since I concluded that all great cyclists are fifty-nine . In December 2004, I wrote an article for Roadcycling.com in which I got carried away by the coincidence that many of my good cycling friends were fifty nine years old. I found it had such meaning that it shed a glimmer of light on what life was really about: staying healthy, aging gracefully, and enjoying hardy companions. Now, I was referring to the fact that, not only were some of my best friends this particular age, but also, they were some of the best cyclists on the road. Typically, I ride three to four thousand miles a year and get out with a wide range of roadies around the <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /?>
In reviewing my 2005 cycling year, at that time, I concluded that I had a better year on the bike than Eddy did based on what little I knew. I let my Walter Mitty cycling mind roam. Now, the point can be made that the critical element is how little I know. I can swallow that, but I still put out the challenge to the Cannibal to meet me on Ventoux on Bastille Day, July 14, 2005 and we would take a ride up the vaunted Giant of Provence. Now, as 2005 comes to a close, it is the appropriate time to report back on just how my cycling season played out and just what did happen on Ventoux this past July 14, 2005.
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Here is the highlight summary of my past year on the road: In May I won the Connecticut Senior Games road cycling championship for my age category. I won a silver medal in the state time trial. In July I spent the entire month in