Last night while I was out riding I pulled into the local fuel stop for some petro and to re-caffinate. While standing in front of my bike at the gas station drinking my coffee there were no less than 5 people that stopped for a while and talked to me.

The conversations ranged from the customary nice bike comment, to the I used to ride, and the old "back in the day" conversations.  First off, let me say that I totally enjoy talking about riding with anyone and plus it helps pass the time while drinking the hot java.

One conversation really stuck with me and it was with an ederly gentleman. He was probably in his early to mid 70's and when he got out of his car and saw the bike one could easily notice the change in his step. He commented on the bike and he began talking. The longer we talked his enthusiam and passion about riding increased. He talked about his numerous bikes of yesterday and told my how much he enjoyed riding across country with his wife on his 95 Goldwing.  I really enjoyed talking to the old man for a while, until his tone started to change and then I began feeling bad for him.

He proceeded to tell me that he had to give up riding due to his health problems and that giving up riding was one of the hardest things he ever done in his life. As he went on explaining his medical condition I noticed that his eyes were starting to get a bit watery and his voice start to get a bit of a trimble. I quickly realized that it was time to hit the road because this conversation was going south quickly. I looked at my watch and told the guy I had to leave. I gave the guy a farwell. shook the his hand, put on the helmet, got on the bike and took off. In my mirrors I could see the guy still standing there watching as I rode off.

I bring this incident to lite because I have had similiar situations especially when talking to older past riders.  We are so fortunate to still have the ability to enjoy this great past time and it is so easy to take it for granted. What really hits home about all of this is I have a few health issues and I know there will be a time when I will have to hang it up and relinquish the saddle to another rider. I only hope that when I will no longer be able to ride I will have as many great memories as the guy I talked to last night evidently had.

So, build those memories while you can.  You never want to be in the "I wish I had done ______ or gone _____" camp.  JUST DO IT..... and take nothing for granted.