Just after a picture was taken, the one below with the lifeguard stand masking the sun setting into the pacific, I stepped into the Harbor Gift Shop to purchase a vegan cookie. It’s the 400-calorie treat I enjoy at the halfway point of my 30-mile ride from Bonsall to the coast and back.
Though I usually pay with a debit card, I had some change making noise in the bottom of my riding pack the other day so I decided to use it for the cookie — and to eliminate the annoying jingle coming from my pack. With my right hand, I pulled out the last $.25 needed for the $4.75 purchase. It was a bicentennial quarter.
That was the first time I seriously entertained the idea of living past the age of 100. Only months before, a woman from Okinawa who had been the oldest known person in the world (111, I believe), had passed away. Although it was unlikely, knowing that somebody made it to 111, led me to believe I might someday hold and spend a tricentennial quarter.
By age 14, I was already strength training daily and running several times a week. I was also paying better attention to the foods I put in my body than any of my social contemporaries. I became somewhat obsessed with the idea of living to be 100-years old, though the tricentennial thing — making it to 114, I knew was unlikely.
I’m now just passed the halfway point of making it 114 — of holding and spending a tricentennial quarter.
When I held that first bicentennial quarter in 1976, the microwave oven and pocket calculator had only been around for a couple of years. The electric typewriter had been around for a few years, but manual typewriters were much more common. Gas was $.54 per gallon, and Bruce Jenner was still a man and about to become an Olympic and cultural icon as the world’s greatest athlete. TaB was the best selling diet soda.
The world has changed much since 1976. Gas is nearly $4 per gallon. The phone I’m dictating this blog into (and not typing) also contains a pocket calculator. Bruce Jenner is now Caitlyn Marie Jenner, and Diet Coke, sadly, has replaced TaB.
There’s two relevantquestions though, that I have to ask myself, should I succeed and live to be 114 years old…
– In 2076, will we still be minting coins…?
– In 2076, will there still be a United States of America to celebrate its 300th birthday…?
At this point, I’m not sure I’d bet $.25 on either of those.
This is what I think about when I ride… Jhciacb
This Week By The Numbers…
Bikes Ridden: 6
15.3 mph avg
11 hours 36 minutes seat time
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4 thoughts on “The Spirit Of 114…”
As usual, I really enjoy reading your thoughts from riding, Roy!
We sure have seen a lot of changes in our lives – or have we?
There certainly are a lot of new gadgets, something humanity will be long remembered for. Will we be remembered for kindness, compassion, and evolving to our best destiny?
See you at 114, and we will compare notes 🙂
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The upward curve of moral and social cooperation suggests that we will be remembered for kindness and compassion. I genuinely believe that. But the journey getting there…? It’s not a sight for kids…
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Incredible how the fads of eating has been marketed today, when my Japanese mom has been eating for the health of it her entire life. Folks are living longer, baby boomers are needing geriatric care and senior living housing.Amazing changes since 1976 we left Germany to the States and California. I felt weird being away from so many US luxuries. Fast forward to now, even with you Roy the bikes you ride and the technology with weight and gears. It still takes your force and power to turn the sprockets. And the type of fuel you consume. All attributes you’ve taken on to extend your life. Keep up the good words, I enjoy reading your words.
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Thanks for taking the time, Brudduh…!
When you speak of the fuel I eat, I’m assuming you’re unaware of the 7 pounds of popcorn I ate before I went to bed last night. Even the most disciplined…