Too Old to Ride?
Personal Reflections
I’ve been asking myself a lot lately whether I’ve reached a point where I can’t reliably ride anymore. Whether some future motorcycle to be named later or the Vespa GTS scooter that I’ve been riding for the past decade.
It’s a crappy conversation to have with yourself if you really enjoy riding. My father-in-law was talking about the same conversation he’s been having about bicycles. But he’s almost twenty years further down the road than I am.
It’s been three months waiting for my lower back to heal. This isn’t the first time I’ve felt this way. Only the first where things haven’t gotten better. The lingering, gnawing pain and sudden, startling bursts of electric weakness provide ample pause when deciding to ride. Putting on gear and boots is an adventure in itself that can leave me cringing and panting from the task.
I suppose I should be surprised at the mental conversations.
Long and winding road
In my dreams I’m riding well into my eighties. My granddaughter has her own motorcycle and lectures me on some aspect of life as she comes into her own. Two weeks ago I was riding through the local forests to enjoy the sights and fragrances of a changing autumn world. Each stop to push the scooter onto the center stand was a breath-holding event as I was never sure if the movement involved would impinge an already irritated nerve.
There are a few things I consider when thinking about the big riding stop sign:
- Am I strong enough to manage the weight involved?
- Is my mind clear?
- Are my reactions reliable?
- Am I afraid to be on the road?
- Can I see?
Five simple questions. And so far, with only momentary and somewhat predictable situations, only the first question is relevant. All the rest receive a positive response.
Rough roads
I love riding through the near endless forest roads here in central Pennsylvania. While the Vespa scooter may not be the first choice for this terrain it’s capable enough for any rider not bent on break-neck speeds and tricks. My own recent wandering in Rothrock State Forest to absorb the flaming foliage has been satisfying if not at times jarring along rough stretches of road.
Autumn sky
The light is different this time of year. The sun remains lower in the sky and I swear it paints far better cloud drawings than any other time of the year. I know I look up more this time of year to look, and to think. Like whether I’m too old to ride.
Perhaps the past week was just a bad stretch of body encounters on top of some bouncing riding that caused me to grit my teeth. Another chiropractor appointment that doesn’t seem to help. A rheumatologist who doesn’t think my auto-immune arthritis has worsened but perhaps a physical therapist could help. Add a colonoscopy to the mix and perhaps I shouldn’t be surprised I’m asking whether I’m too old to ride.
And it’s cold. That early, cold-season riding desire crushing cold. It was 27F this morning.
Vespa riding sunset
Am I too old to ride? No. Can I ride as I wish? No. Are things going to change? Don’t know. Just a sample of the questions I have been experiencing lately as my riding has changed to accommodate my aching back.
A few days ago I hopped on the scooter to ride to a local eatery to pick up dinner and stopped along the way to drink in the sunset. These small journeys are the norm these days. The occasional 150 mile weekend jaunts are growing more rare as I make decisions to not stress the healing I imagine taking place in my lower back. And those decisions work into the personal conversations I have with myself about growing older and myriad decisions including whether I’m too old to ride.
When I talk with other riders I seldom hear anything personal aside from bragging about riding accomplishments or the mechanical nuances of their motorcycle or scooter. Conversations about personal challenges, misgivings or concerns seem off limits. Personal story telling seems a difficult challenge.
It’s why I write. Putting words on a page is easier than talking. For me at least.
I’m not too old to ride. I am currently struggling with some physical hurdles to riding but am still confident that work and focus will allow me to get over them.
It will be just above the freezing mark in the morning. And I want to go for a ride. The desire is still there…