THERE’S TWO KINDS OF old. My kind and your kind.
And your kind is disgracefully shameful.
When I started riding, I would look at the older riders with genuine awe. They were so fast! They rode so well! They were doing exactly what Hunter S observed people like that did – they walked tall, they laughed at what was funny and they shit on the chests of the weird.
I aspired to be like that. That aspiration guided and nurtured me.