"I adjusted," he says. "There were a lot of other things to do—with my life, my wife and family."
"He never pushed us into sports," says his son, Richard, a financial planner in Middletown, N.J. "I played tennis in high school, and Dad never missed seeing a tournament I was in."
Daughter Suzanne Klein, who lives in San Mateo, Calif., says her father would speak of cycling but didn't dwell on it. "He was never one to live in the past. He always focused on the future. Besides, growing up when we did, the sport was gone and there was no way to relate to it," she says.
But quality has a way of enduring. In 1968, Goullet was inducted into the Madison Square Garden Hall of Fame. Then, four years ago, he was flown to Melbourne—his first trip to Australia in 75 years—for induction into the Australian Sports Hall of Fame. When the U.S. Bicycling Hall of Fame was founded several years ago, in Somerville, N.J., Goullet was a first-round inductee, in May 1988.
Over the years, Goullet has survived the loss of many close friends and the death of his wife of more than 50 years. Five years ago, after a pair of neighborhood toughs tried to rob him on the sidewalk in front of his home in Newark, he moved to Red Bank, N.J., not far from his son. "My son doesn't like it when I drive alone in New Jersey," says Goullet, whose eyesight without glasses is still 20/30.
Last February when he was inducted into The New York Sports Museum & Hall of Fame, the electors recalled his career—as well as those of Runyon and 88 other local heroes, including Ruth and Jack Dempsey. Runyon, who died at 62 in 1946, would have been amused by the ceremony. Seventy years ago, when he called Goullet the king of the six-day bike racers, he exhorted the king to live long—and to live well. The king certainly has.