Originally Posted by Ken Cox
I got back into riding in my fifties.
I had never ridden clipless before and I fell about five times.
Everyone I knew ridiculed me for riding a bike, and they still might, for all I know.
I think I looked uncomfortable and incompetent on my bike, and it invited rude comments from people as they drove past me in their cars.
I suppose some people see a middle aged man in midlife crisis, or whatever they call it.
A neighbor two houses up the street rides Harley Davidsons.
He recently bought a new black Harley Davidson Road King.
By coincidence, as I rode past his house the other day, he rumbled out of his driveway dressed in black leathers with a black helmet.
For a moment we rolled together, flying in formation, I silently on my minimalist steel pony and he thunderously on his massive stallion.
I realized I had made the right choice.
A little while back I came upon this rider who was going real slow on a nice old country road. He had some sort of modern race type bike and some modest but sporty riding out fit. As I passed him on the left I just waved and said hi and realized the guy had to be at least 75 years old. I slowed down and had a nice conversation with the guy as we strolled along down the road. I always think to my self about this guy when some Ahole drives by as close as he can and blows the horn. Can you imagine there surprise when they did that to a 75 year old man out having a good time. Don't worry what other people think of you especially if they project there thoughts through glass and steel.