twenty-seven years and one million words
This is the route I took on my first day at the new job: a lot of climbing over nearly 14km.
It's a beautiful ride up the mud creek valley. Though it does occasionally live up to its name!
Immature poets imitate mature poets steal bad poets deface what they take and good poets make it into something better or at least something different. The good poet welds his theft into a whole of feeling which is unique utterly different than that from which it is torn the bad poet throws it into something which has no cohesion. A good poet will usually borrow from authors remote in time or alien in language or diverse in interest.
—T.S. Eliot