Richard, I too have the same thoughts swirling through my close to 70 yr old brain. I live in Australia and we have had 2 yrs of solid rain, with the resulting potholes appearing in plague proportions. The councils here have a substandard way of repairing them. In august this yr I was riding down a highway and hit a large “ patch“ which had been done on 2 levels. In front of the patch was a bit of a trough in the road surface and the whole thing was in shadow. I hit the trough and used all the compresion stroke and then hit the step in the patch. I hit the asphalt at 60 mph and suffered the results,. I live alone with my 26 yr old autistic son and even at the crash site I was telling the paramedics I had to get home by 3 pm

Needless to say I was in the ED for 2 days. To my surprise my ex decided she would come and stay with us till I recovered.Now I have various people trying to persuade me to sell my bikes, thus creating the wrestle with the issue of my sons well being, my age, condition of the roads etc. in the end I just told myself ( and everyone else) that once a man is unhorsed he must get back on and then decide which way he will go. That has shut them up for now , and to a degree calmed my own thinking down. In one way I feel to keep riding would be selfish, but I know once I get a good ride in I feel renewed, if I don’t ride i am theoretically more safe, but safe for what? Safer to drift more gently into senility, to loose another link with reality? If I’m honest I have no answers and I believe it is a decision we all make eventually ,in our own time. So commiserations and assurance’s you are not alone. Regards Casual
Hi,
I‘m sorry for your unfortunate story. We too are suffering from appalling road conditions.
I hope something positive comes out of your misfortune. I can’t begin to appreciate the pressure of looking after your adult son must put on you. I’m sure you should be commended for your love and commitment you show him.
As for giving up riding your bike, well, I guess it’s all a matter of perspective. If you, as an experienced but very mature rider, thought it was necessary to give up riding because of risk, how could we possibly allow an inexperienced young person to ride a bike who has their entire life ahead of them.
Every activity we engage in is to some extent a calculated risk. To live a cloistered life wrapped in cotton wool avoiding risk, in the hope of statistically gaining a few more weeks of life through risk avoidance, doesn’t seem much of a trade off to me, in comparison to doing something you genuinely enjoy.
Crunching the numbers on the likelihood of death or serious injury on a bike is an easy calculation but quantifying the improved quality of life by enjoying the freedom of riding, not to mention the possible increase in lifespan by staying active, is not so easy. Does age make cowards of us all? I don’t know but living the humorous cliche, ‘grow old disgracefully‘ probably extends peoples lives rather than shorten them.
Increasingly the ski slopes a full of octogenarians continuing the sport they love and I’m quite sure that they not only enjoy life more but actually live longer than those who throw the towel in. The risk of serious injury or death is more than offset by the quality of life.
I guess my uncalled for advice is to do exactly as you want to and not be influenced by others.
Regarding my original post, I’m not sure if I was exactly clear in what I was trying to say. To put it in a nutshell, I no longer feel very much in touch with many of the other participants at bike shows. My interests are much more historic and technical. I would rather see a well cared for BSA Bantam than a 2022 Harley. I would rather see a bike raced by a back yarder who scrimpt and saved for every improvement to do passably well in it’s day than today’s latest rocket ship.
Showing off a modern bike that was designed by marketing experts to unashamedly cash in on classic designs from bikes fifty or possibly closer to one hundred years old, creating a virtual parody of the original bike and then believing that somehow it is a unique artwork is an anathema to me.
Building a ‘show-bike’ by simply adding on more and more ‘off the shelf’ bling, ending up with an unridable caricature of a motorcycle that one would be likely to see in a Batman movie, fails to hold my interest.
Transforming from the average ageing ‘dude’ into a geriatric imitation of a 1% biker by the addition of leather, chains and death’s head badges somehow seems rather pointless.
Anyway, each to their own, I just don’t seem to fit the mould any longer.
regards Alan