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•We’re sixty-three years old.
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•It will be the biggest cash purchase we’ve ever made. It will cost more than any automobile we ever bought.
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•We’re not athletic, and we’re not highly experienced cyclists.
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•We live in (not just near) a city, and we don’t drive. No car trip to the trailhead; it’s heading out the front door and into the street.
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•We could get scraped up, broken, badly injured, or killed.
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•We’re sixty-three years old. I might already have mentioned that.
But, on the other hand:
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•We’re not too old to enjoy cycling.
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•It will cost less than the low-end Ducati Monster.
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•We’re walkers, and Christine is a swimmer, and we’ve ridden enough to respect that we have limits.
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•We live in a city with a growing network of bike lanes and spirit of accommodation, and we live three blocks from the BART train station to get out of town.
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•We could get scraped up, broken, badly injured, or killed if we drove cars every day, to and from work and everywhere else.
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•We’re sixty-three years old, which, we hope to confirm first-hand, may be the new fifty-three.
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•Then too, there’s something that middle-aged and senior folks tend to fully grasp: life is short.
And one more thing:
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•Christine and I are soulmates. We’ve been together—and been through a lot—for forty-one years. We love time spent with one another. We love ballroom dancing, and we’ve heard that tandem bicycling is A LOT like dancing.
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[The red bike in the photo, though very similar to the one we’re buying, is a rental from Blazing Saddles here in San Francisco. Photos of the real Finnegan tandem will show up later, a couple of entries further into the blog.]