A very good community organization had set up a tent off the bike path to get people to stop during this being the second day of bike month. They were giving away stickers and magnets and enticing people to become a member or donate. I stood behind another cyclist of a similar age, a similar bent, positing his perspective on his ride here and his wisdom there and I could see in the eyes of the volunteer a lagging spirit, losing energy amid the drone of the tedium of age. I stood behind this for a few minutes, reminiscing on my years of cycling in the city that I should never share with others. This is the real benefit of the wisdom of age: knowing that you are not very interesting and there is very little that others want to hear. All of  those years of droning on to my late mother; how did she ever tolerate that? She was actually listening too. Was that her job? Years later my father tunes out most of what I say. He is entitled to lose interest in my ramblings. He has his own struggles at 89 years old. I stood there for a few minutes and decided that my friend in front of me was doing his part to cover both of us. I got back on Mr. Wabi and cycled on. I decided to make my donation on-line, and talk to myself on the ride home. I am excellent company.