I was 55 when I got my first bike. It was a Harley dresser with every bell and whistle you could imagine. That was in 2002. A year and a half later I was in the trauma unit of Presbyterian Hospital in Pittsburgh because an 86 year old driver went through a stop sign and broadsided me 3 blocks from my home (where I was heading after a 4 hour ride) and totalled the thing.
At least I'm still here. Never been on another one since.
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