I wasn't going to post this as I thought it might be just another one of those "riding is too ****ing dangerous" threads. My wife and I attended a family birthday in Ringwood on Sunday and as the sun was out and my wife wanted to hit the local market before going there, I decided to hop on the bike and go for a ride before meeting up with her for lunch with family. What a bloody disaster, my wife and I reckon everybody is aging twice as fast as we are, my brother in law who I swear was born wearing a beige cardigan and smoking a pipe bored me to tears with talk of superannuation and how much he has lost and my sister's first words to me when I walked into the house with my jacket and helmet was, "are you still riding that thing, I thought you would have grown out of it by now" needless to say it was a fun afternoon, I hung around for about an hour and pulled the old, it looks like rain I better head home. Funny thing is riding home I got to thinking about all the bloody good times I've had both on the bike and off it with bike mates. My first ride, first WSB and first GP, first spill, first rally (that was a bit hard to remember) riding home to Sale on a Sunday night after partying all weekend in Melbourne, 3hrs sleep and on parade for Monday morning. My sons first ride (at 10 yrs of age) on my old XT250, me renewing my licence and my son getting his first licence on the same day, our first ride on the GOR, my son as Ride leader and me as TEC, (there was only the two of us) the look on my grandsons face the first time I sat him on the tank and tootled up the street. The look on his grandmothers face when he told her what I did. 8-[ Then there's those contemplative rides when it's just you and the bike and the road, even riding to work is fun, riding home is better though. This place, you guys. Man there is no way in Dog's little green acre I will ever give this up and my sister and her boring old man can kiss my arse.