Are people here really that old?
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Old man here
Alot of you guys often make comments about how old you are. Are you guys exaggerating or ?
I've been wondering about this for a long time. I hope this is not offensive, I don't mean to be rude at all. Its just when I read the replies I picture you guys a very specific way and I dont know if its accurate.
I am in my late twenties btw
I've been wondering about this for a long time. I hope this is not offensive, I don't mean to be rude at all. Its just when I read the replies I picture you guys a very specific way and I dont know if its accurate.
I am in my late twenties btw
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Ok I'm old enough that I knew the Grim Reaper when he had hair. Back in the early 50's my dad finagled an old Villiers from a guy he knew and gave it to me as a "Motorcycle" The engine never ran and the only noise was the sound of the baseball card clipped to the rear wheel as I pedaled the thing around the farm yard. When I did go for my motorcycle test, the inspector asked about the spark advance, and after I explained that modern motorcycles didn't have a manual advance, but the new centrifugal advance system with weights that moved as the speed increased, he figured I knew enough that I must be a good rider.
Over the decades I have survived by good luck and not by intelligence, and only one time was I not able to ride home and that was because the wife broke her collar bone when we hit a ditch at 60, and later I was able the repair the wire from the points to the condenser and rode home to get the car to bring her back home. For all you young people here is a refreshing and true thing, As you get older, your mind refuses to believe it, so in your dreams you are always twenty-something. There was one particular summer night that is forever etched in my mind. I had my 250 Ducati Diana MK3, Ron had his Triumph 500 Daytona and Barry had his BSA Hornet 650 and we rode all night. Oh it rained some but it was warm and we dried off as we rode, there was no destination and no plan. We were high school kids just loving our motorcycles and life. The ironic thing, Ron said as we stopped for gas was " This can't last, you can't have so much fun and live" The next summer I left home and Ronnie was killed in an accident and Barry's parents made him stop riding. But not me I continue to ride and today I revel in the small things. You know like that feeling as you shift gears and roll the throttle, how you smell everything , even those pig farms. The side winds that push then suddenly stop as you go by the grove of trees and just the pure joy of riding. So even if you are a geezer, who has a hard time seeing the speedo,walks like Evil Knevel, riding is something you just can't give up.
Over the decades I have survived by good luck and not by intelligence, and only one time was I not able to ride home and that was because the wife broke her collar bone when we hit a ditch at 60, and later I was able the repair the wire from the points to the condenser and rode home to get the car to bring her back home. For all you young people here is a refreshing and true thing, As you get older, your mind refuses to believe it, so in your dreams you are always twenty-something. There was one particular summer night that is forever etched in my mind. I had my 250 Ducati Diana MK3, Ron had his Triumph 500 Daytona and Barry had his BSA Hornet 650 and we rode all night. Oh it rained some but it was warm and we dried off as we rode, there was no destination and no plan. We were high school kids just loving our motorcycles and life. The ironic thing, Ron said as we stopped for gas was " This can't last, you can't have so much fun and live" The next summer I left home and Ronnie was killed in an accident and Barry's parents made him stop riding. But not me I continue to ride and today I revel in the small things. You know like that feeling as you shift gears and roll the throttle, how you smell everything , even those pig farms. The side winds that push then suddenly stop as you go by the grove of trees and just the pure joy of riding. So even if you are a geezer, who has a hard time seeing the speedo,walks like Evil Knevel, riding is something you just can't give up.
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Fortunately, I've been able to turn back the clock on that a bit! At 30 though? C'mon, young'un, you should be in your prime!