September 25, 1939 was her DOB yet at no time did I think that Beverly Pepe was just a few years away from being an Octogenarian. This woman spread my jam all over my bread. At rides end I was soaked shirt and shorts and try as I might to nose breathe breathless was the best I could do.
To think that The Wizard of Oz and Gone With the Wind were showing in theaters when Beverly was in swaddling clothes boggles my mind. But here she was leading nearly a full morning class rockin’ down the highway with a discography carved out of the 21st Century. No boogie-woogie just music 8 to the bar.
What distinguished Beverly in my mind was that I could hear her perfect-pitched voice nestled in the music without straining my own sexagenarian auditory canals. Her enthusiasm was unparalleled and I have to tell you, as my own stick gets shorter it just made me feel invigorated that she’s still got it all going on.
Stuck on spin bikes that are of the Trojan Horse variety mattered little I had a blast and even though these “Edsel’s” were not the Schwinn’s I was used to as they had no monitors and there was no “Pursuit” program on the blank wall in front of me I was transported nonetheless. A great ride Bev a great ride.
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