I was late to motorcycling, not starting until I was 40. I'm 80 now; and switching to 3 wheels from 2 has allowed me to keep riding when I might otherwise have considered giving it up. My grown kids don't really understand. They know that being a rider is very important to me. They don't really get it that it is an essential part of me, not just a fun hobby or sport. When I was a very young new Army Lieutenant, and at my first duty station in El Paso, TX, I rode a horse for the first time. I ended up spending a moderate amount of time on horseback, by myself, riding into the New Mexico desert north of El Paso. The sense of freedom on a strong horse, being self-contained, with that power under me and under my control was an amazing and empowering feeling. Riding a motorcycle, even a 3-wheeler, captures some of that exhilaration and completeness as a person. I know that my riding will not continue forever, having already lost the few riding friends that I had. I now ride alone, or with my wife as my passenger, and plan on doing so until the very end. I've often thought that riding out on a sunny day, on quiet country roads, and not seeing that 18-wheeler who missed a stop sign would be a far better way to leave this Earth than stuck full of tubes in a hospital or nursing home.
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