No younger Kevin today; still having some kidney pain issues, even after having passed at least some of the kidney stone that was bothering him on Sunday. That meant myself, JR, Eric and Kevin (pilot), all over 50 with the exception of Eric, who’s a young and spritely 55+. We did hook up with Marcus for the ride up Kings, wrecking the age curve at a young… 47? I think he’s actually younger than that. Easy ride up Kings, right around 30 or so, nobody pushing it hard today. Despite what looked like a lot of low clouds and fog when I viewed the hill from home, the roads were completely dry by the time we got to the top. One of the advantages of taking your time maybe?
Up at the top, we waited while a couple of us took a moment to get rid of some coffee. Nothing unusual there; as guys get older, they’ll often find that coffee is a rental, not a purchase, and the rental time decreases with age. We headed south on Skyline, dropping Marcus off on the way… we were now pretty safely into the “older guys club.” Nobody under 55. You didn’t have to ask anybody’s age; it would have been obvious when, at the top of West Old LaHonda, it was time to deal with another rental return. That’s unusual; it’s rare that we’d ever be stopping twice on the morning ride to deal with rental returns.
From that point on we covered new territory; normally, we’d be talking about recent bike races (the Vuelta) or killer rides (JR had just done a several-hundred-mile ride down the coast over the weekend) or maybe work stuff. Things you’d likely hear in any group of serious cyclists, male, female or mixed. Not today. It was all about BPH, was anyone taking anything for it, how often do you get up in the night, that sort of thing.
Maybe I shouldn’t have burned my AARP card.