Still mountain-biking at 70!

Ever since I crashed on my road bike, I was longing for getting out on fat tires, albeit with some anxiety, and on top of that had always promised myself to still mountain-bike after I turned 70.

So, yesterday afternoon, while the thermometer was inching close to hell and 80 degrees (27 C), I straddled my ancient mountain-bike and got going on my routine trail.

Once I got to the top, I realized that I still had the stamina to get there, and the descent went a bit slower than usual, but without a hitch.

I had just broken the spell, I had found out that age was grossly overrated and I'm now ready for more fat-tire fun as soon as the temperatures cool off a bit.

That sounds about right; I've extended my contract!