OK, the 69 year olds have better stories than the 19 yr. olds (no offense meant). They also lie better…

This guy was born in Bisbee where nobody rides a bike because of the hills, then he went to college in Flagstaff where he bought himself a Schwinn Varsity to get around on (no car) and have fun on. He would ride up to the ski area every weekend, partly on dirt roads, for the fun of riding down. One day there were a bunch of guys on ‘their little bikes, with their little matching outfits’ going up the hill he was coming down on, so he turned around to follow them to see what they were doing. He followed for a while, then decided they were going too slow, so he passed them and waited at the next dirt road and went down past them to get back to campus. The next day, the coach for the 1968 Olympic team found him and offered him a position on the team, but they guy with the Varsity had finals coming up so he turned him down.