The older I get the harder the ground becomes, in my teens I was invincible and bounced, in my twenties I didn't care and chicks dig scars, in my thirties (and after two broken backs) I became a bit more cautious, in my forties I became allergic to falling off and now in my fifties the only thing I fall off is the wagon. I've maxed out on the road at 73mph towards the bottom of the Stelvio and on the MTB I bottled it at 66mph in the French Alps at Le Gets.