I’ve been running around most of my life as an 18 year old. In most ways, I still am 18. 30 never bothered me, neither did 40. I gotta admit, I stopped and noticed 50. Fucking fifty. I paused at that one. Thats half a century — Half a century I wouldn’t trade for anything.
I work with mostly young guys, who like to joke about my age. When they bust out the daily sales results, I’m still at the top end of that list, and it sorta makes me giggle. I can still out-ride anyone on a long ride, and can more than likely fix your bike when you break down because you did something stupid. They value youth because its all they know, and I value experience because you fuck up less. We balance each other out.
I stopped chewing Copenhagen Saturday morning. that’s what I’m laying on the altar of 50. That’s all you’re getting from me. Its been 3 days, and its easier than I thought it would be. Maybe I’m just ready. I won’t do it again: I’m pretty determined to be done with it.
Anyway, just another random Thought….