Old cyclists never die; like Old Man River, they just keep rollin\’ along.

Seriously, though, what will I do if I reach the point where I can\’t ride a bicycle any longer? Get a recumbent? A StreetStrider? Another adult trike?

Sometimes I already feel old and weak. Many a time I\’ve been out riding, and had silver-haired riders of both genders whiz past me.

Including, of course, today. I put in 37.4 miles. This morning I tried to ride steadily, even if I wasn\’t as fast as I would have liked.

I didn\’t feel fast; and naturally, I had a headwind on the way home. In some strange way, though, I seemed to feel different. More solid, if you will. I can\’t quite put my finger on it. A check of my ride data after I got home showed an average speed of nearly 13 mph, a bit faster than usual.

Wind conditions were similar to last Sunday, too. It looks as if I\’ve been doing something right, so I\’d better keep on doing it. If virtual Tour de Cure means no time cut-off, I ought to be OK.

I hope I\’m doing my on-bike fueling right. Today I alternated between bites of Kind and Quest. I tried the Quest Birthday Cake flavor this time; one bite every 15 minutes. Kind seems to give me a bit more of a boost.

I\’ll bet I was a sight, though. It was cool enough for a full-sleeved jacket when I set out. My newer jacket, which has its sleeves, has a busted zipper. Even with a long-sleeved blouse, I though my arms would be too cool if I wore just my vest. I put on the vest and the sleeves from the busted-zipper jacket.

The former is white; the latter is coral. Even with my Camel-Bak and reflective vest over it all, it must have been quite visible. Maybe it made me look senile? But no worries. Because, y\’know, old cyclists never die.