...I envy folks who are able to ride safely & securely well into their 60's or even 70's. I think the trick is to never give it up....
I couldn't agree more. I turned 63 last month, and have been riding almost continuously since I was 18. I know I'll have to give it up at some point, but I'm not there yet by a long shot.
Last May, I rode 1953 miles in eight days, from my home in northeastern Maryland to Robbinsville, North Carolina, and back, via Skyline Drive and the Blue Ridge Parkway. While in the area, I rode the Tail of the Dragon, the Cherohala Skyway, and the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. In a month, I will repeat much of that trip, with a stop in Fayetteville, West Virginia to visit friends.
I play it safe when I ride: Arai full-face helmet, Vanson leather jacket, Kevlar-lined jeans, boots and gloves...always...no matter how hot it gets. (I have a ventilated lightweight leather jacket for summer.) I never, ever, drink alcohol before riding. I am very defensive, and position the bike so that I'm never in motorists' blind spots. I had one accident, a low-side slide on a curving road, back in 1979, and I have never had a ticket while riding.
Having said all that, yeah, I'm not a kid anymore, and I do feel it when I put in a long day, especially on a mountain road like the Blue Ridge Parkway. But with a Celebrex to start the day, along with breakfast, I'm good to go. And with a hot shower and a comfortable bed in the evening (I do NOT camp when I ride, LOL!) I'm always ready for the next day's ride.
My late father-in-law had a baseball hat which read: "Old is always 15 years older than I am." I try to think the same way...
