I’m more or less legally blind without my glasses. No, seriously, I can see clearly to about my elbow with them off. What does this have to do with anything? Only that despite my glasses being par of Oakley’s “sport” and “active lifestyle” collections I find them completely unable to handle the strenuous activity of staying on my head while I look down to make sure I’m not peeing on the floor. Given that they can’t handle urination, my glasses are extremely poorly suited to riding a bicycle in.
And oh yeah, I ripped my last pair of contacts a week ago.
So, I’m not getting on my bike, because the weather’s good, but my eyes are not and that starts me down the path of thinking about my age and why I think I should still be riding to begin with. Because, you know, I’m nothing if not neurotic.
But then I ended up going to a 90th birthday party.
It’s not often that I go to a 90th birthday party (and, to be fair, I mostly showed up at this one under the threat of bodily injury from the birthday girl’s daughter) and it’s even more rare when you go to a 90th birthday party where the guest of honor is the third oldest person there, but there I was. So, I was talking to the big brother of the birthday girl. He’s 94 and was an avid skier up until 6 years ago. I’ll let you do the math on that one, but he spent 70 or so years skiing at an intermediate level because he loved skiing. Seems like a good enough reason to me. His 92 year old wife also told us about how she learned how to ride a bicycle in her 50s because her granddaughter told her that everyone should know how to ride.
Granted I tend to be sentimental and all, but there’s no way you can’t think an 88 year old dude who still skis isn’t cool and inspirational. Well, I guess you might not, but you’d be kind of a dick.