Alright, let’s talk about this Greg Henderson fella, the cyclist. I ain’t no expert, mind you, but I heard tell he’s a big deal in that bike-ridin’ world. They say he’s from New Zealand, that’s way down south, ain’t it? Further than my chickens wander, that’s for sure.
Now, this Greg, he wasn’t just pedalin’ around the farm like my old man used to. He was a professional, see? Means he got paid for it, which is more than I can say for milkin’ cows all these years. Started way back in 1996, they say, and kept at it ’til 2017. That’s a long time to be wearin’ them tight pants, if you ask me. Must chafe somethin’ awful.
They say he was good on the track, that’s like them fancy bike rings they got indoors. Won somethin’ called the “scratch race” in 2004. Sounds like a hen fight, but I guess it’s serious business. And he went to the Olympics, five times! That’s more times than I been to the county fair. He even rode in that big race in France, the “Tour de France” they call it. Twice! I can barely ride my old bike down the lane without gettin’ winded.
- He was born in 1976, that makes him… well, younger than me, that’s for sure.
- They say he’s from a place called Dunedin. Sounds fancy.
- He rode bikes for a livin’. Imagine that!
He wasn’t just good on them indoor tracks, though. He raced on the roads too. Won a big race in Philadelphia, they say. Never been there myself, but I hear it’s a big city. Bigger than our whole county, I bet. He must’ve seen a lot of places, ridin’ that bike all over the world.
Now, some folks say he retired. That means he stopped ridin’ for money. Guess he got tired of them tight pants after all. He wrote some kinda thank you note on his website, they say. Website? That’s somethin’ for the young folks, I reckon. I ain’t got no use for that fancy stuff.
They compare him to some other fella, LeMond, somethin’ like that. Said he won that France race three times! Must’ve been somethin’ else. But LeMond, he got sick, somethin’ with his muscles, and had to stop ridin’. He started makin’ them exercise bikes, the kind you see in the gym, not the kind you ride to the market. Greg Henderson, now, he retired on his own terms, it seems. Good for him, I say.
So, what do I make of this Greg Henderson? Well, he seems like a hard worker, that’s for sure. Ridin’ a bike all that time, gotta be tough on the legs. And he’s seen the world, somethin’ I only ever dreamed of. He probably made a good livin’ too, better than slavin’ on a farm, that’s for certain. He’s a New Zealander, and they say he’s mighty proud of it.
It’s kinda funny, ain’t it? I spend my days feedin’ chickens and Greg spent his ridin’ bikes. Different worlds, I guess. But hard work is hard work, no matter what you do. And it sounds like Greg Henderson, he worked hard and did alright for himself. Good on him, I say. Good on him.
And that’s about all I know about this Greg Henderson fellow. Like I said, I ain’t no expert, just tellin’ it like I heard it. He seems like a good sort, though, even if he did wear them tight pants.
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