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I gave away my bicycle today. I haven’t ridden it in 17 years. It was a mountain bike that I had since college, a very nice, very expensive model at the time. It occurred to me that I must not like riding a bike much since I’ve never even considered putting new tires on it and riding it again. Then it occurred to me that most of the reason is because I’m old. WHEN DID I GET OLD?????

It’s weird how one day after we moved to Austin, I rode the bike around my new neighborhood. Then I mounted hooks on the ceiling in the garage and hung it up. I didn’t ever imagine it would be the last time I’d ride it. I blinked and 17 years later, it was still hanging there, unused. WHEN DID I GET OLD????

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Posted: November 12, 2017

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  1. I turned 65 this summer and I’ve been asking myself these questions.

    Comment by Elisabeth — November 12, 2017 @ 9:15 pm

  2. I’m older than both of you and I started feeling old just a few weeks before my birthday this month. Until then, my age had no reality for me. But, I’m fighting it, just not as hard as I did a couple of months ago. 🙂

    Comment by Margaret Lake — November 12, 2017 @ 9:27 pm

  3. I know exactly what you mean, it is a surprise every morning what 73 years can do to your looks! I gave my bike away a couple years ago because I am afraid of riding it on the road, we have narrow roads around here and people really don’t give you the space. I know but I must admit I loved all the years leading up to this one.

    Comment by tibet — November 13, 2017 @ 4:22 pm

  4. Welp, we’ll just have to soldier on–without the bikes!

    Comment by Maria — November 13, 2017 @ 5:02 pm

  5. I didn’t mind my looks in the morning so much until I had cataract surgery a few years ago. 🙂

    My 73rd birthday was a wake-up call for me. I finally realized there are many things I can no longer do and I’d better hurry up and do the things I still can because there may not be much time left. Not being morbid. Just practical.

    I had bought this lovely blue popcorn can with little fishes all over it for my ashes. 75c at Goodwill. Then I find out I have to have a proper urn. Very upsetting.

    Comment by Margaret Lake — November 13, 2017 @ 7:05 pm

  6. Margaret, you are so hilarious! I’m going to go out on a limb here, but if you happen to find a real urn at GW…DO NOT BUY IT. I’m thinking it’s already taken and not a good idea to share…

    Comment by Maria — November 13, 2017 @ 7:09 pm

  7. When I was picking out an urn for my mother, I saw this lovely sand urn with footprints. you can float it on the ocean and it dissolves in about four hours. Cradled in the soft arms of the deep blue sea forever. How poetic (sigh).

    Comment by Margaret Lake — November 13, 2017 @ 7:25 pm

  8. That is poetic.

    Comment by Maria — November 13, 2017 @ 8:12 pm

  9. I knew I wasn’t YOUNG anymore when the military stopped trying to recruit me.
    Being an ‘older lady’ became a reality when it became anxiety producing to drive very far on the roads in bad weather.
    But I can’t answer Maria’s question about when did she get old, because the answer has eluded me too.

    Comment by Mary Jo Dawson — November 13, 2017 @ 11:10 pm

  10. Well, since bad weather/bad roads always bothered me, that wasn’t a reliable indicator for me…in that case, I could still be 16!!!

    Comment by Maria — November 14, 2017 @ 7:06 am

  11. It’s when you don’t still feel inside like you are still 22. It’s when you say your age to someone and it suddenly feels like it’s true. It’s when you let the younger generation start serving you at family gatherings.

    Comment by Margaret Lake — November 14, 2017 @ 7:22 am

  12. It will be a while before I have to worry about the younger generation serving me. None of my relatives younger than me even know how to cook. Pretty sure the idea of serving at family gatherings is limited to maybe setting the table and helping cart dishes to the table. And that’s a maybe.

    Comment by Maria — November 14, 2017 @ 9:34 am

  13. Maria, you are far from old and if not, if you are truly old as you say, then all old people should look so good. And Margaret, you put coeds to shame with all you do for yourself and others. Nope, wouldn’t say either of you qualify for old. Maybe not for “kid” anymore, but far from old.

    Comment by Leo — November 14, 2017 @ 1:51 pm

  14. I have a pillow I bought for my mom embroidered, “Grandma’s are just antique little girls.” I’ll take that description any day.

    Comment by Margaret Lake — November 14, 2017 @ 7:02 pm

  15. Antiques are the good stuff!!!

    Comment by Maria — November 14, 2017 @ 8:04 pm

  16. Built to last!!!!!

    Comment by Margaret Lake — November 15, 2017 @ 7:02 am

  17. And don’t forget: Next birthday ask for a t-shirt that says, “Old is 15 years older than I am.”

    Comment by Mary Jo Dawson — November 15, 2017 @ 5:32 pm

  18. If I remember 😉

    Comment by Margaret Lake — November 15, 2017 @ 6:30 pm

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