Please Buy a Motorcycle. Just Don’t Fucking Ride It.
Should you take up motorcycling after fifty? One older rider says absolutely not. I happen to agree, but for entirely different fucking reasons. If riding is in your blood, you don't need anybody's permission. But if you're looking for a shiny new motorcycle to ride twice a year and keep spotless in your garage, I wholeheartedly encourage you. Somebody has to keep the rest of us supplied with beautiful, low-mileage used bikes. Just don't fucking wreck mine before I get to buy it.
The Fucking Cage
A car gets you from one place to another. A motorcycle puts you inside every fucking mile between them. The temperature, the wind, the smells, the landscape. You don't pass through the world. You enter it. Unfortunately, sometimes love and logistics mean climbing into the fucking cage anyway.