Fathers’ Day, and the mountain
Age, it is said brings wisdom. It also brings senior citizens discounts and certain limits to ones mobility. So now that I qualify for the things that make it easier for an old gaffer to get along in life, why do I insist on climbing mountains on a dirt bike? Perhaps I deserve (as my kids fondly point out) the senile citizens discount. It could be to remind me that I am not as young as I once was, and the tally on that seems to compound hourly these days. So there I was, astride a 215 lb. 1984... Sign in to see full entry.