I love my new bike,

except for the view in the rear view mirror, as the wind blows my hair, feeling like a kid, then I see this gray haired old man looking back at me. Kinda hard to accept, but I guess I'll get used to it. Reality is a tough concept to deal with, but if it slaps you in the face often enough, you are forced to face it. Not easy, though....

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