At nearly one hundred years of age, Hugh Worthy lives a life of which most men only dream.

Always smiling, always in a good mood, always positive, Hugh is the epitome of cool. Chicks dig Hugh.

He’s in fantastic shape, trim and slim, always impeccably dressed in the latest athletic wear. He rides every chance he gets. Doesn’t mind where, or how long or how fast.

Hugh doesn’t complain about things, he’s too busy living. Maybe, from all his years of experience, he knows that this hill too shall pass.

Unlike most of us, Hugh knows what he likes. As far as I can tell, Hugh likes three things. Hugh likes to bike. Hugh likes to paddle. And Hugh likes to eat.

Oh, and one other thing: Hugh likes to laugh.

A devoted husband, father of countless children, (just kidding), Hugh is a figure that stands larger than life astride his celeste green Bianchi.

I’ve seen Hugh beaten and battered, bloodied and bruised. I’ve seen him in his Hugh Heffner bathrobe at Christmas parties. I’ve seen him ready to save someone’s life in his canoe at triathlons. I’ve seen him carry a 15-pound dog three or four miles through the woods. (But, that’s another story.)

And in all these things, Hugh showed poise, character, and above all, strength.

My theory is that a certain combination of events can occur when you are on a bicycle that actually slow down the aging process. A combination of the velocity of the bike (as you approach the speed of light, time slows down) and the amount of time spent with your heart rate in a certain range (the exact heart rate is not measurable, this is where magic plays a part).

The next time you see Hugh rolling down the road on a summer evening, head bent over the handlebars, legs cranking, heart pounding, watch him very closely. At some point, he’ll start to blur a little bit as the light reflected from his body redshifts. He’s not on a bike anymore; he’s on a time machine. And as he is riding, he is going backwards in time.

Don’t slow down, Hugh.