The link below is a “true story” of becoming an old man and not realizing it in time to avoid spending money chasing a dream, chasing your younger self.

In my case I got it in my head that I could continue to ride a motorcycle not realizing that my body reached a point that doing that was foolhardy at best but actually it was doing pretty much the impossible.

After getting a spinal cord stimulator installed in my lower back late last spring I thought I was magically fixed. In my mind I thought I could pick up where I had left off about 4 years before, riding carefree through the Hill Country of Texas. I even dreamed of riding for endless days all around the United States.

So I bought a new Indian Motorcycle that had about the biggest motor in that they make and weighed over 900 lbs. The story below outlines the struggles I had trying to ride it.

My son Jason came to my aid and took over the Indian and has adjusted very well to it.

What I finally figured out was after 73-1/2 hard years of life I deserved to ride a Tricycle once again.

So on a nice morning a few weeks ago a fellow drove up at my house, coming all the way from Alabama with my new Gold Wing Trike on a trailer.

We left out the next day riding down on Coast, below Galveston and enjoyed a great time while breaking in my new bike.

Yesterday we rode over to College Station to deliver some lasered items I had made for a fellow.

I had spent a long time convincing myself that only old men were trike riders. But now I finally say Trikes are for us Old Kids.

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