On another board I hang out on (yes, Virginia, there ARE other boards...) some guy just turned 40 and was wondering how other board members dealt with "old age". 40...old age...you poor baby, you have NO idea!
Anyway, all the usual advice, but one guy (didn't say how old he was) mentioned how quickly his attitude adjusted itself when he threw a leg over his first-gen Yamaha R1. Got me to thinking (an often dangerous turn of events...)
I may have mentioned that I love my FJ-09. It is absolutely a time machine, even on a mediocre day. On a good day, when everything is clicking and I'm ripping up the backroads, I'm 18 again in everything but appearance.
One of the things I enjoy most is the look on people's faces when I stop somewhere. I peel off my helmet and people look at the bike, then they look at the gray-bearded, wrinkled, bald-headed, bifocaled old fart that got off it and you can damn near HEAR them thinking "What the Fu...??"
It always makes me grin, and fairly regularly gets me to laugh out loud.
Anyway, all the usual advice, but one guy (didn't say how old he was) mentioned how quickly his attitude adjusted itself when he threw a leg over his first-gen Yamaha R1. Got me to thinking (an often dangerous turn of events...)
I may have mentioned that I love my FJ-09. It is absolutely a time machine, even on a mediocre day. On a good day, when everything is clicking and I'm ripping up the backroads, I'm 18 again in everything but appearance.
One of the things I enjoy most is the look on people's faces when I stop somewhere. I peel off my helmet and people look at the bike, then they look at the gray-bearded, wrinkled, bald-headed, bifocaled old fart that got off it and you can damn near HEAR them thinking "What the Fu...??"
It always makes me grin, and fairly regularly gets me to laugh out loud.