MIDLIFE BIKE CRISIS
BY
JOHN MATNEY
I’ve
always been an active boy that hated being indoors. So much so that I would
bawl like the baby I was when my Mom forced me to stay indoors. My sister would cry equally as loud when she
was forced into the outdoors. My Mom told me this when I was 55. God bless my Mother.
When
I was 4, my parents gave me a nice little red bike for Christmas. I remember
two things about that bike. First, I threw a tantrum when my Dad wanted to put
on training wheels and second, I put the
bike in the gutter and pushed it scooter style until I was going fast enough to
start pedaling. The other presents were
left unopened as I went around the block a hundred times or so.
The
clock keeps moving forward. To riding a road bike at the University of Oregon
as cross training to my running. To my bike collecting dust while taking the
kids to their swim practices and soccer tames. Onto the entering the hurt city
of divorce where I learned to love riding my bike because it was free and
riding the hills kept me from thinking about being broke and away from my kids.
I bought them
bikes and we rode together at the fun rides at the Sea Otter and the local
parks. All went well until they discovered boyfriends, shopping and could drive themselves around.
Fast
forward to age 57. The kids are grown and are in great shape, mentally and emotionally. I’ve remarried and now ride with the wife and
go for mountain bike rides and long road bike rides on my own. The only
interfering with putting in the miles that I’d like is this pesky little thing
called a job. But, Karma had a solution. It is called eliminating my
position. That would be the downside.
The upside would be a package of 6 months pay and having my days free to do
what I want, with the wife’s blessing.
Sure,
I could buy the sportscar, but I really like my Passat. Not interested in dating other women because
my wife is such an adorable lovely.
Don’t watch tv. So, what’s left is more opportunities to get on the
bike. It’s what happened afterward that
surprised me.
Take
my first ride up to the summit of Mt. Diablo.
It was a weekday morning. Early enough that it was hot, late enough that
the commute traffic was gone. Wearing my
lycra for the first time in ages-GO DUCKS!
I rode towards the base, not seeing other cyclists for the most part.
Perfect, I thought, it will be a nice quiet solo ride.
NOT! As I got closer to the North Gate
entrance, I came upon some people on
their bikes. Men and women of a certain
vintage. Hmmm-I began to note a trend.
Namely that almost all of the cyclists had several things in common. First, they
rode nice bikes. I mean nice bikes as in
carbon fiber, made in Italy with Campy or Dura Ace components. I felt under
biked on my Specialized with its aluminum Columbus frame and Ultegra
components.
The
other thing I noticed was that they were all smiling and they returned my
hellos. Now this surprised me. I am a
mountain biker first and the image of the snobby grumpy roadie still resides in
the back of my dusty mind. I mean, that
very morning I spent 15 minutes debating whether to wear my Zoic shorts or some
lycra. Something was quite right-nobody could be this happy.
I
rode on, using the granny gear to save my 50 year old knees and wheezed my way
up the ramp to the top. I chatted up the
other riders while we filled up the water bottles and learned that they too had
had “life changes” and instead of buying the Vette, bought a 5 figure road
bike. Clearly they were the 1%. Me, I’d have to sell the car to buy a bike
like theirs.
But
the more I talked to them, the more any class resentment left my consciousness.
I realized that we were bikers. We loved
bikes. We have common enemies-cars and
the people who drive them, politicians who want to ban bikers from singletrack
and so called urban planners who never consider having bike lanes within the
city. I think it’s impossible to hate
someone who would rather be pedaling than looting, whether its pension funds,
mortgage loans or the planet.
Say
what you will about baby boomers, we do care about the planet. we do like our
fun and we don’t think those two things are mutually exclusive. I wish the best for my children and the young
people just starting their careers. On the
rare occasions they ask me for advice about work-I like to say “find something
you love and you’ll be successful.” I’m
hoping that they have their mid-bike crisis right now instead of when they
reach my age.
Enjoy life John...you deserved it. Being older does not mean the end but a new beginning of another chapter. Remember everyone will be into this phase...it's part of a cycle of life....like riding your "bike". Glad you had accepted it....because I did so, too.
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