As we age, it’s sometimes hard to reminisce. It can feel melancholic, and depressing as we face our limitations. But one thing is for certain. Get on the bike, pull in the clutch, push down on the shifter, and suddenly, I’m 30 years younger.
Enjoy the ride, feel the breeze, smell the air, hear the engine, and sense the vibration through the pegs. It’s better than any drug I know.
So ride like you always have, savor the day, let your mind remember.
I am still young, deep down inside…I am…
When I Ride
When I ride there’s no pain I can detect
Dare I could fly through the wind and storm
There’s no fear to contain nor to inspect
It disappears like the dew of morn
I may limp as I saunter out today
But inside I’m an athlete again
Always devoted to take on the fray
I am as I always was, back then
Once I could soar, like a bird on the wing
Oer hills and valleys, quick as a fly
Now a mechanical engine will sing
And I’m like a dog nose to the sky
Dare I close my eyes, feel the breeze and rain
It’s all I want to remember, time
How I was in my youth, without the pain
When running or riding was so sublime
No worries, and ageless, I was so strong
Grabbing the world and wringing it dry
I was its master and did so belong
I could just do, and never just try
So when you see an old man with a limp
Remember him always, as just a boy
For still in his heart, he isn’t a gimp
Leave him alone to play with his toy
But the smile on his face tells him once more
That time hasn’t stolen his laughter
And on he will go, once more out the door
To face what might come, in the hereafter
Whatever your age, whatever your pain, ride like a man-obsessed, through the wind and the rain. You have miles to go before you die, so look to the sky, and just fly.
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