I wish it was me

Have you ever seen a middle aged couple riding their bikes down the bike path? Adorable yes; nonetheless, the disease of time becomes more and more apparent. The stomach we once knew becomes a gut we use as a potato chip holder, our hair so thick and vibrant begins to recede like the tide on a full moon; however, the passion for riding never stopped. This couple rode by me slowly and it made me think to myself, "I hope in all honesty that I do not get a butt crack like that". This guy's butt crack was so visible it was like I was staring down a tunnel. Of course it's fantastic they still make the time to ride, but it also puts into perspective how much I should continue to ride to avoid a crack like that.