I turned 60 in July and I’ve just come back from a couple of months in Greece (the Mani), a mix of working (nothing exciting, pushing wheelbarrow loads of crap around and some joinery) and riding in the mountains of the Taigetos range. All the time that I was there, feeling the sun on my back, I honestly felt about 15 years younger. I haven’t ridden any better in years.
Now that I’m back in my other home, where it’s damp, dull and windy, I feel about 70, never mind 60. It’s all I can do to motivate myself to do anything, let alone get out on a bike for a few hours.
I just need a kick up the arse, I know, but give me dry rocky trails over this quagmire we’ve got here any day.
The older I get the more I need the sun, that’s about it.