I have various goals, like 2nd century, overnight bike trip, bike to my folks' (>200 miles), and survive the winter.

But my dream is this:
I'm a grandma sitting in a rocking chair telling stories about my cycling adventures. The words "In my day," come out pretty often, even though some of the stories are from last week. I'm wearing my combat boots. Suddenly I hop up, grab my bike, and pedal away! My grandkids huff & puff to keep up.

It's up to my daughter to provide the grandkids. In the meantime, I'm working on the stories. Some of them are sligtly exaggerated!