Three Old Guys

Three old guys decided to for a motorcycle ride today.  None of us have ridden together before.  Cliff is 69, Kadizzle is 66, and the other Mike is somewhere in that ballpark.  Off we went into the desert. Cliff had warned he was not that good.  The other Mike said he had been a former racer.  We got to the first bad hill. Mike the racer said he picked a "bad line", and crashed. Kadizzle made it.  Cliff crashed behind the other Mike.  Well the sorting went quickly and we figured this bunch of seniors was not going up the hill.  Kadizzle was proud he did not crash, and has made it up the hill several times.  So off we went into milder terrain.  Now we know the handicaps of our little motorcycle gang.  There are places out here that will quickly separate the riders into categories.  As you get older you tolerance for broken bones diminishes quickly.  The old saying in industry was there were quick electricians and old electricians.  The old guys who went slow lived to be old.  The quick young whipper snappers eliminated themselves in short order.  As you get old, you realize why you are old, you did not do enough stupid things to die young.