Sixty years ago, br the two of us rode tricycles br up a little hill br behind our school. br Nothing stopped us till br mothers called us home. br br Sixty years later, br we ride mountain bikes br in this wilderness. br We'll keep pedaling till br someone takes our bikes. br We know that someone will. br br Your wife told me br you haven't been br to church in years. br She's worried br about your heart. br Skips a beat? br br Let's stop for coffee br and you can fill me in. br There's not much time. br Maybe we should stop br for a beer instead. br There's a cliff ahead.