As we get Sam’s new bike for his birthday (at which size the salesclerk assured me that he’d probably stay for another three years, which is a darn good thing), and as I haul my old bike out of the garage to take it for a tune-up, I realize that my own bike is a fetid piece of crap compared to the bike I’m getting for my son. 
I guess that’s the way things go, though. 
I’m doing this race as my first 50K/ultra in July 2012. I’m so tardy to the party but...