Today I passed 8,000 miles by bicycle for the year. I looked up what that would do for me if I could ride somewhere 8,000 miles away. Johannesburg! Or I could “ride” to Copenhagen and back.
I took an awful lot of days off this year. Mostly because of bad weather (and no snow plowing on the Mount Vernon Trail). I also missed about two weeks while I was fooling around in Scandinavia and most of a week with a lung infection. I guess I made up for all that down time with a single 11-day bike tour. Long story short, I done impressed my own 61-year-old self.
Still, 8,000 miles is not my personal record. It looks like that was set in 2013 when I rode 8,087 miles. I think I can break that without too much difficulty.
This is what happens when you don’t set any goals and just enjoy the riding for what it is.
A Few Spokes Shy of a Wheel 
The beauty of just enjoying!