Today I scheduled my hotel room in Traverse City for this year's Iceman. I am really looking forward to it, as always, but this year it's a little bittersweet.
It seems that this will be my last Iceman. Indeed, this will probably be my last year on a bicycle.
It was bound to happen sooner or later, because this is the thing that the blue-collar workforce of my parents' generation always warned us about.
Did we listen? No.
But now, my position as a cyclist has been replaced by a robot.
I'm not sure what I'll do now, but yep, robots have forced people out of the cycling community. Next thing you know, they'll be building cars, too.