Unimpressionable. I’m past the point in my life where I can
really impress anyone with my riding. Strava
KOMs are beyond my grasp. The numbers
that I can generate will never be as high as they were 10 or 20 years ago. On a global level, whatever I can do on a
bike from now on is at best impressive “for my age”. At 52.5 years old, my physical prime days are
long gone. Now don’t get me wrong, this
fact doesn’t make me sad. Quite the
contrary. It’s actually liberating. It’s now all just about the ride
experience. Me riding for me. In so many ways I don’t fit the typical
cyclist mold. I don’t live by the
numbers. I don’t care about getting
faster. I ride simply because I love
riding. My focus isn’t on increasing my
wattage. If anything, my focus is on
becoming a better rider. Smoother. Safer.
Endlessly polishing my skills.
Strengthening the foundation on which I learned to ride a bike a
lifetime ago. Balance. Stability.
Connection. Paying attention to
the subtle shifts in weight distribution that help my tires stick to the ground
below like Velcro. Sustainable
cycling. At the end of the day, being
able to continue to ride longer as I get older is more important to me than
riding faster. Precision above
power. Buttery smooth above blissfully
fast. My reason for riding isn’t to become
the best. It’s more about the experience
and less about the outcome. And even if
the outcome may not necessarily be impressive, my hope is that it’s relatable
and inspiring. Unimpressionable.