A Piece Of Me Died - So Long To My Victory

Sold our 2004 Electra Glide Classic earlier this year. Although at 64 I was still healthy enough to operate it safely, I finally lost all confidence in my fellow travelers after several close calls and the realization that many people are too busy on their phones to pay attention to their driving. Seemed like a good time to walk away while we still could.

I'll be 65 next month. Been riding 40+ years.

Honestly can't see ever stopping as long as I can hold one up.

Riding a 2014 Street Glide since 2015. Went on a nice long ride last night...been too hot to ride during the day unless I have to.
 
Like so many here....I have ridden since the 60s....moving from dirt to street...back and forth over the years....rode across the country ...got run over by an uninsured teen in Ruidoso NM...took a year to walk without crutches....and as others pointed out...the cagers today are the worst I have ever encountered....face planted in their cell phones while driving....I just turned 71..6/20/51.....but the urge to ride has not died...to scratch that hitch I went as low tech as I could find....just to putter around the neighborhood....I felt the need for low speed.......
 

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Like retiring, you know when it's time and best to stop while it's still a choice. After years of health issues, finally got back to riding at age 62. However i can pick when and where. 99.9% during the week on small rural county highways.

The older i get, the more things i used to do.
 
I tried to get rid of mine a couple months back when I got a Honda Pioneer to get around the yard. The dealer wouldn't take it as a trade so it came home with me and for now I will keep at it.
 
My condolences. You had a good run while it lasted.

Still a passenger on hubby's Goldwing but chemo brain made me give up riding my own bike years ago. Can't seem to cut the cord like you, and sell my Honda Nighthawk 750 though. Just gathers dust in the garage. Probably replace it with a Lil Rascal eventually.

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I've never been the operator of a motorcycle (tried once NOT a good ending!) but rode many a mile on them. I do not recommend getting any 3 wheeled thing. As a driver or rider it is nothing like 2 wheels. Friend of mine traded his Road King for a Harley Trike, He didn't like it, I didn't like riding on it. He tried to sell it to me. I drove it around some and said no way, seemed like I was herding cats and losing.
Get a fun convertible, doesn't have to be a Vette. Miata and Mini Cooper come to mind. If you like to tinker, an MG or Triumph.
 
Whoa WardenRoss, what a bummer. That's a shipload of miles! Your back deserves a break, I would think, but ya gotta know when time's up. I'm so sorry. Coincidentally I was looking at a Class of '70 of my old high school deceased classmates today. (I was '75) A couple of those guys brought me to realize Harleys were fun and helped me pick one out. Nice little Superglide. I miss those dudes. I sold it around'80 or so and never got another. At least you were a true- blue rider. I could go out and buy one today but I'm just beat up from work. 65 years old and I know I'd go down, but that grin would be on my face. You did it like I thought I would. Cheers to you! You'll be okay. Peace! Jeff T. PGH PA
 
Good choice. I had too many ex-high school classmates end up dead or crippled in the 80s to ever consider owning a bike of any sort. I was the token car driver at a biker pub in England for some time.
 
I rode a motorcycle until I had kids. "When I became a man I put away childish things." Never regretted it.
 
At 71, I had a left ankle replacement couldn't do the up/down movement to shift gears. So I sold the Harley. I was lost, lonely and bored. Then covid-19 hit, I needed to get out of the house. That's when the Can-am Spyder LTD came to my garage. No, it's not a Harley, but it did get me out of the house and on the back roads. And at 76 the Wind is still in my face. No, it's not the same ride nor the same sound. But the Blue Ridge Parkway still looks the same. Cherokee NC is still there. And the highest peak east of the Mississippi will welcome you. The Poconos and Adirondacks are just as beautiful on a Spyder as from a two wheeler. And the wind doesn't care what's you're riding, it just wants to get in your face.
 
I liked riding, have a few Iron Butt pins including a Bun Burner Gold.
Waaay back when, I drove truck and developed an uncanny ability to predict other drivers moves. A very useful gift.
The person that drives by surprise when they look up from the phone and jumps 4 lanes without even a glance, etc. has changed the game.
Surprisingly I don't miss riding.
 
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At age 19 and in my second year of college, I was forced to take the bus. Didn't have a lot of money because I was working part time and paying my tuition besides.Then my Grandpa decided to buy a new car and he gave me his old one. It was a simple Ford Falcon, but it was in immaculate condition. I was soo proud, even though some of my classmates were driving GTOs and Camaros.

That Summer Grandpa's brother came over from Germany for his first time ever. When he saw my car, he was amazed and said he didn't think he could be able to drive a car that big.

With some translated discussions we found out that at his tender old age of 85 he had never owned a car. His daily ride was a BMW motorcycle.

The rest of the story was that my other Uncle was a stone mason and he had participated in building one of the BMW factories back in the early 1900s, before he emigrated to the USA..
 
I'm another that can relate. I started riding when I was 12, raced mx and flat track through high school then transitioned to the street.

I'm 65 now, 66 in October, with lots of aches/pains/old injuries that told me it was time. I put on a lot of miles over a lot of years on a lot of different rides. My last two bikes were a 2013 HD Road King and a 2019 Softail Slim. I miss them every day but know I made the right decision.




 
My last motorcycle was a 2002 HD Dyna SuperGlide, which I gave up when my lower back, hips, knees, shoulders, and neck told me I would spend several days in pain for every hour of riding.

Prior to that I had a 1996 HD 1200 XLCH Sportster (full Screaming Eagle treatment). Great for scooting around town, but not so good on extended road trips.

Others through the years have included a 1976 HD Sportster, 1965 Norton Commando, and a few lesser beasts. Had some time on the police motorcycles during the 1970s including full-dress Harleys and the Kawasaki 900 and 1000 series.

I always enjoyed riding, but it finally came down to a contest between old injuries and arthritis vs. a little temporary pleasure as a prelude to days of discomfort.

Life is good, except for the getting old part.
 
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