What do you look like in your mind’s eye?
Are you the kid on the tricycle, about to topple over into the street and win a scar worth bragging about? The bigger kid on the five-speed, newly equipped with the knowledge that reaching the next town over is just a matter of pedaling for another 55 minutes?
The guy who, faced with the challenge of distinguishing vocation and avocation, decided to avoid the challenge for a decade? The grinder on the 2-speed kickback pulling a week’s laundry in a trailer?
The pilot of a tandem who spends a week in the summer each year rolling around Door County, Wisconsin? The 50-year-old with a new-found delight in folding bicycles? The 52-year-old buying spare parts on eBay?
Or are you all of those people newly confronted by the person you were in 1984 and found by him to be, shall we say, somewhat less than competitive, even as a group?
So many questions. So much time.