On the Road Again - A Middle-Aged Couple Try Mountain Biking

My wife and I need to exercise more. Every time weenergy bars (for endurance), 2 jugs of Gatorade (to
leave the house we notice vultures circling overhead inreplenish our bodily fluids), rain gear (in case of
anticipation and now our washing machine is doing thatinclement weather), a map and compass (in case we
nasty thing where it shrinks our clothes. So, in aget lost), a flashlight (in case we're lost at night), and
moment of pure inspiration and absolutely no intelligentsignal flares (to assist the search party).We go over
thought whatsoever, we decide to take up mountainthe route one final time. I spread the map out on the
biking. We could remember biking as kids and therekitchen table, pointer in hand and carefully review the
was nothing to it. We set out to purchase our bikesemergency procedures. "If separated, we will
with the fond memory of a cool breeze gently blowingrendezvous either here, at check-point Charlie, or here,
in our faces.One of the very first things we discover isat check-point Romeo.""We've been over this four
that the seats are too small. Apparently they are nowtimes already," my wife complains, obviously taking the
making the seats smaller than in our youth. The clerkwhole adventure much too lightly and showing no
smiles knowingly and smugly suggests that for therespect for my superior training and experience. After
more mature biking enthusiasts they can attach foamall, I was the one who spent nearly two full years in the
padding. There is, of course, an extra charge. My wifeCub Scouts, not her. Fortunately, I understand the
chooses the padding and is currently riding around onseriousness of the task ahead and have taken the
what looks like a bucket seat from a 1967 Buick. I, onnecessary precautions.We're finally ready to put our
the other hand, have decided to save the additionalweeks of training and preparations to use. It's time to
expense and go without the padding. My proctologistventure forth and boldly go where no sane
has assured me that the tingling in my left buttockmiddle-aged couple has gone before -- it's time to
should fade away with time.Early saturday morning weleave our driveway.We brief the kids. "Now remember,
prepare for our first cycling adventure. We decide towhile we are gone we want one of you to remain by
leave early to insure we'll be back before dark. Mythe phone at all times in case we need to call for
wife is to travel in front and carry a fanny pack withassistance.""But you're only going around the block," the
suntan lotion, a first aid kit and our medical insurancekids complain. "The house will be in sight the entire
cards. Her job is to set the pace. My job is to followtime."Ah, the innocence of youth. They oversimplify
behind and criticize. I'll be carrying a backpack filled with:everything.
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches (for subsistence),