So I'm stopped at a coffee shop with my friend who rides a custom Rodriguez (I'm on the vintage Trek 1100) and a guy comes in wanting to know if those are our bikes out there. He said he'd never heard of Rodriguez but it was the vintage Trek he was looking at since he rides an even older Trek. She and I were laughing later that it was the older bike that he was admiring - not the custom one!
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand, strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming: "Yeah Baby! What a Ride!"