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.
Someone in My Corner
I thought this week’s lesson was going to be about surviving a new leadership role, monsoon commutes, and a shitty rear tire. Instead, I walked into the garage and found a clean motorcycle—and another reminder that I don’t have to do this fucking life alone anymore.