I'm hitting the 5-0 in November and am buggered if I can see why society has
almost made it a mandate that I give up my riding, don some Grosbies and a comfortable cardigan and sit back and watch the world pass me by.
You have to grow old, you DON'T have to grow up!
Riding in the bush a few years ago, I spotted some other riders who were quite keen to inspect my bike and licence so I lead them on a merry chase through some single track, popping up onto an old road. When they caught up and asked me to pull over, the plods were quite amazed to see a "grey haired old bastard" aboard. We then chatted and talked about the merits of riding past your supposed prime and I told them that as far as fun factor is involved, I'm
just beginning to hit my straps.
I saw my Dad dwindle away (when he was much younger than I am now) and now that he's well into his 70's, is enjoying what life is all about - getting out and doing it, not reading about it....