Yesterday in Hockley, I watched an old man with his walker struggling to stand. I pulled in and he signaled that his wife was pulling in to help him into the van. I said "sorry Sir." I watched as this broken old man struggled to get to, and into the van. I thought to myself, "I never want to be that old." Anyway, his (70 something) wife got him in the van, and approached me, (me clad in leather from head to toe looking like The Road Warrior with helmet cam on and all)'and says "I really envy you guys with those fast motorcycles..." She asked what was on my head, I told her it was a video camera. She smiled from ear-to-ear. I thought what a strange encounter, but a telling one! I thought she was going to whack me with her cane or something, and here she is totally digging what we do!
Moral of the story: "everyone dies; few people live." When you're in the raisin ranch (old folks home) in your diapers, do you want to look back and admire how "carefully" you lived life? Balls to that. Ride on OP