…I think I meant, “Golf”.
Yeah, I’ve hung-up my bikes. Last week on my bike, my USAF Guardian-Angel-Controller came up on the tac band and said, “You have reached the edge of the envelope. Continuing this package would be unduly-hazardous. Terminate package, descend to flight level 220, turn to new heading 180° and proceed at 200KIAS to new objective for equipment change. Acknowledge”.
Yeah, I knew the day would come I’m too old to safely continue the bike as my primary means of transportation. The only things I didn’t know were whether I would recognize that day, or acknowledge it if I did. I was granted that recognition and acknolegement plus an excellent, affordable, immediately-available alternative, and those all are cause for great gratitude.
She’s a ’13 Golf, 2.5 L (can you say, “Bounce!”?), six-speed (can you say, “Insanely-good highway mileage”?), four-door. Silver exterior (perfect for this Valley in summer), black (when parked in summer always I can toss a coupla white towels on the dashboard and driver’s seat) interior.
Five-cylinder. Ain’t that weird? The salesperson told me all the big-name Italian ponies have been acquired by VW (had not known that), and this engine simply is one-half of a ten-cylinder engine for a Lamborghini!
I’ll still ride the bikes. I’ll ride occasionally in traffic. Now, though, I think my focus will be a return to off-road riding. For that latter prospect, much enthusiasm and affinity!
Oh, every good car or bicycle deserves a name. This one’s is Flash.
And one more thing: How Ya Like Me Now?!? A little social experiment: gonna return to the coffeehouses briefly– dressed in street clothes, not cycling duds, natch– and see if I’m still ignored.