Living in the past

Getting old:

High rise stem atop a steerer tube extension.

After clearing my neck to ride again in 2022,

the doctor suggested raising my handlebars.

Despite angst about messing with my position,

I listened.

Turns out, I still rode as bent over as ever,

but with my elbows dropped lower,

which unbunched my shoulders,

and had my neck happier than ever!

Who knew,

breaking my neck woul relieve neck pain!

With my days of decreased mobility, I'd frequently found myself reflecting on what I'd done in more limber times. Then, with a bit more ability within my bounds, I bicycled north to Northfield Mountain this past weekend to help my friend Amy with the trail running race. I'd even had a very short roll along some of the lower trails there before everyone else arrived.

I'd ridden at Northfield Mountain in the past, at least four times that I remember. They were races. Two of those races went quite well for me, one was a strong counterweight to those two good ones, and the other gave me a chance to successfully help another friend and possible pay forward help from a mutual friend a few years earlier.

Wanna hear about it? Assuming an old dog was able to trick out a Google Forms questionnaire, the link below will let you weigh in with your opinions. I hope. Of course, "No" answers will be appreciated as impetus to get out and keep living new life experiences, so please, help pick our poison.

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