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.