Then while driving to work one day I saw a man riding a recumbent bike down the street, and I went nuts. It took a few months of investigation and research, but I'm now a recumbent triker. That's right. Triker. As in three wheels. I've returned to my toddlerhood.
I'm going to be 60 my next birthday. Do I want to spend a gazillion dollars for a wine that will be good enough to drink in ten or more years, possibly "peaking" in 25? Uh. No.