Eventually I will no longer be able to Ride. Bad knees and dizziness will catch up to me. Death and Taxes… they are going to happen.
I watched some guys ride past on Sport Touring machines this morning and I thought, man… I never want to give this up, as I rubbed the pain in my knees.
Then I saw a dude motor past on one of those Harley Trikes. I thought “Oh hell no!”. I’d have o give up riding first.
This depressed me all day. Like The Ghost of Christmas Future, it loomed over me threatening my inevitable doom.
On the way home I saw one of these Can-Am Spyders. Goofy looking… but still sporty, still zoomy.
I could do one of those.
But not today.