My wife sent me a link to this wonderful article today:
I just had to save it for prosperity and say right up front that I am a mamil and proud of it. Pollution free and avoiding a heart attack has to be better than the red ‘little dick’ sports car.
And this is so true:
“While the serious, younger riders are busy getting into the zone of elite competition, we’re comparing the latest GPS route-finding cycle computer and pretending that we know how to stretch.”
But count me out of: “But no Mamil’s life is complete without the spiritual journey to the mountains” as I hate hill climbing.
But this is what it’s all about: It’s about becoming a happier and healthier person rather than sliding towards mediocre oblivion at the bottom of a pint glass.