The doctor is amazed at what good shape the guy is in and asks,”How do you stay in such great physical condition?”
“I’m a cyclist,” says the old guy, “and that’s why I’m in such good shape. I’m up well before daylight and go out and ride my bicycle.”
“Well,” says the doctor, “I’m sure that helps, but there’s got to be more to it. How old was your dad when he died?”
“Who said my dad’s dead?”
The doctor is amazed. “You mean you’re 80 years old and your dad’s still alive. How old is he?”
“He’s 100 years old,” says the old cyclist. “In fact he rode with me this morning, and that’s why he’s still alive . . . he’s a cyclist too.”
“Well,” the doctor says, “that’s great, but I’m sure there’s more to it than that. How about your dad’s dad? How old was he when he died?”
“Who said my grandpa’s dead?”
Stunned, the doctor asks, “You mean you’re 80 years old and your grandfather is still living! Incredible; how old is he?”
“He’s 119 years old,” says the old cyclist.
The doctor is getting frustrated at this point, “So, I guess he went bike riding with you this morning too?”
“No. Grandpa couldn’t go this morning because he’s getting married today.”
At this point the doctor is close to losing it.
“Getting married!! Why would a 119 year-old guy want to get married?”
“Who said he wanted to?”