Started to ride in 1973, don't know if that makes me old but some days I do feel like I must be getting there... Gave up my WR426 a few years back when they put a valve in my heart, a birth defect that caught up with me. 5 months later I got on the WR and found myself going about 30 a couple feet off the ground sideways on a jeep trail. I kept thinking of what my doctor might say if I came down on all those rocks and split open 5 and half hours of surgery... So, the WR got sold. I retired to a KLR 650. About 2 years later, I determined that either I'd kill the KLR or it would kill me. Nothing against the bike, we just had different opinions of what and how to ride. That's when I bought the YZ250F... Now I have an 07 XR650R and a 12 990R. The 990R still feels a bit over the top, but I keep thinking I hear Alaska calling...
Faint is the heart that runs from a fight, but it's a sorry set of legs 'let a man take a beating.