Revelations.

I had a strange two moments riding back from arsing about on Mt. Stromlo this evening. One was that I had a close call as I descended back towards the bottom of the trails. I don't know if luck or old reactions saved me, but I kept off the ground. Two, almost back at the apartment and a young mother smiled nicely at me as I rolled down the street. Neither of these things haven't happened before, but it struck me that I really am no spring chicken any more. Hell, I'm on the way to 46 and I don't bounce anymore when I crash and I don't have any youthful charm left either. I was just wondering if I look like some old man trying to relive his youth. Then I thought...FUCK THAT. I love riding, it's pretty much all I know, and even if I'm not that good at it, it brings me much joy, calm and peace in a world I'm not particularly keen on. I've often said if it wasn't for riding, I don't know that I'd still be here. I have few other things that bring such a smile to my face. The kangaroos on the trails this evening can confirm my happiness whilst riding. I guess this is the twilight of my ability to ride at some sort of meaningful pace, but I don't want to stop riding. Peace.