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Discussion in 'Photos' started by rarepartbuilder, Nov 2, 2015.
58 and have been riding 46 yrs. The fun never fades....
64, you adventure your way, I'll adventure mine....
Never been on a track before this summer, now I can't get enough.
This thread is blowing me away... camping off a 701 cc thumper one of the last posts... another guy "starting" to track race just this year.. damn !!
There is a question i think about ..a lot.... and that must be popping into other younger riders minds reading here,,,
What are these old farts doing to stay on the throttle for so many years??? When so many other non-biking seniors are internet surfing to buy new rubber bottoms for their walkers and not bike parts...
The poll popping up will run for 1 month....
I am gone past middle aged starting to need reading glasses sometimes I change the screen size . I thought the thread title was about photos of people farting beside their bike . I though it was an unusual thread to say the least . I don't have any photos of me farting beside my bike .
I kind of hate to admit it but I think a lot of it has to do with how well you pick your parents.
Luck of the draw.
However, saying that it also has to do with refusing to sit down and go off into the sunset in a recliner watching the TV.
When you stop moving it isn't long before you can't move. That's mental as well as physical, keep your mind young and you will age slower.
Still having fun in the dirt at 63.
Just turned 70 a couple weeks ago. Delivered my Triumph to Claude at Freedom Sidecars to have a hack installed this winter.
still working part time thru 2018. Plan to use the sidecar in my work as much as possible.
For 72 year old me ... it's DNA, living in Alaska, a lighter bike, and Taoist Tai Chi
So many interesting posts here. I'll toss in my view of this.
I turned 70 in July. Dad died at 79 of complications from Parkinson's Disease; Mom is 97, but bedridden in a nursing home in Atlanta and cannot remember five minutes ago. My latest physical was fine; the "numbers" all good. Lord knows why, but I'm pretty sure it's because I married well. I'm very serious.
I could get a toe tag tomorrow from any sort of reason, but until then, I am doing the best I can -- a lower standard than may sound -- to live life well. By that I mean pursuing happiness. Not mere pleasure, you understand (though that is a legitimate part of happiness) , but being a good husband, father, grandfather, and citizen. Sounded pretty goody-two-shoes after I just reread that, but I mean it ... and try to live it.
Naturally, I'd fail miserably at that if I didn't have a sweetie for a wife. [She doesn't lurk here, so that wasn't for points at home! ] But, truly, there are benefits to being married to a retired middle-school teacher.
Such folks know that 6th grade boys and 70-something Old Flatulents have lots in common and can be "guided" with similar herding techniques. I am often doing things I do not especially like or want to do -- eating salad and exercising come to mind -- before I realize that Kathi led me there with some sort of trick coupled with a smile. Some guys call that "whipped." Whatever. Kathi can flog me whenever she likes.
She is also an incredibly indulgent wife about my motorcycle disease. She pretends not to know how much that affliction costs because she knows it brings me joy. Moreover, she is an accomplished pillion who often asks to go riding.
Kathi's dad is 95 and is remarkably fit physically and mentally. So, I fully expect her to make it to triple digits. I get down now and then when I reflect on how I likely won't be there. C'est la vie, and yet another reason to savor the days we have had and have.
I ride every chance I get. That doesn't mean every day, but does mean many. Frequent day trips in an around Virginia, and nearby Maryland, West Virginia, and Pennsylvania. Several times a year, I do multi-day rides with Kathi or buddies.
When I am not riding, I like to wrench. I am untalented in that, but have fun at it.
I am not sure when I'll have to hang up my moto-spurs, but it won't be tomorrow. In the (cold and windy) morning, I'll be riding my Norge to Atlanta. Taking two days, all on back roads. Kathi is already there. We go every month for a week to help with Mom. Just payin' for the raisin'.
Apologies for the length; I am a retired "paid by the word" guy, and it's hard to change.
Yes, life is pretty darn good and we are blessed. Even better ... I know it.
I like to hear other people use the word "blessed" when talking about their wives, families, and lives. I feel blessed in all those.
Thanks for your comments. I'm married to a recently retired teacher too. We are certainly lucky fools.
One of my favorite pull offs on the Blue Ridge, near some nice towns, a place to sit, great view and usually some cell phone service ( rare on that section of the Parkway).
This may have already been said as I don't have time to read the whole thread. But the most important category to me was left off the survey in the first post as to the reason for being able to still ride and still kicking it.
The category is:
"it's the motorcycles"
Don't know what I would have done for peace of mind at time without the motorcycles.
101 year old rider takes his motorbike "assessment" test after riding for more than 90 years..
Folks....meet Jock Stares:
photo courtesy of Visor Down
the story and video of Jock's test day on the Visor Down site click ->HERE<-
Awesume never stop riding, hope to get their some day.
I would have to say for myself at least, I fart while riding my bike
The signs of old age..................Never pass a urinal, never waste a hard, (well if your old, you know), and never trust a fart.
Especially on a motorcycle!
My new idol.
That was awesome!