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Originally Posted by dlockhart
Get out there and ride a track.
I know of a a bunch who started in their fifties and of a couple who are still grinding pucks into their seventies.
It is a heck of alot safer than the street.
Cars and carts are just not the same as reaching out and touching the track as you glide along through a corner.
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Oh, you have no idea how dearly I would love to take the old 900 SS out for a track day. Or, better yet, a dedicated track bike, so I wouldn't feel bad about tearing up all the nice carbon fiber bits on the Duc.
Alas, such is not to be. My wife is a wonderful person, who has been putting up with me and my shenanigans for almost 30 years now. Many, many of my adventures are what one would consider "risky" (climbing Mt. Rainier, being dropped off by bush plane in the wilderness to hunt for weeks at a time, untold solo back packing trips through the Cascades, Olympics, and other ranges, hunting "dangerous" big game, and on and on). She is the poster child for the "long suffering" wife, sitting quietly at home, wondering...
She has never said "no". Never put her foot down. She still hasn't, but she has asked "please don't". She would never stop me or get in my way in any way - "please don't" is as far as it will ever get. I respect her and love her with all of my heart. Her "please don't" - just once in oh so many years - resonates with me in a way that I suppose guys who suffer endless "I won't
let you's" and "you can't's" might not understand. It terrifies her in a way nothing she has ever seen me do ever has, and that means something to me. I can have one unchecked item on my bucket list, I guess. She's checked so many others...