A riding buddy sent me this today and I thought I'd share it with you all.
"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming - Wow! - - What a Ride!"
I'm working on the classic dirt biker skeleton myself. Bashed, beaten, bruised, bent & broken. Misaligned, malfunctioning, malformed & mangled. But when I'm on the bike I've got the perma-grin going on! Can't wait for the next ride.
As long as I can keep riding, I don't care what shape my carcas is in. Life is about the trip, not looking good upon arrival.
Speaking of riding, I'm bummed I can't ride tommorow. I've got the flu (for like the 3rd or 4rth time this winter) and am way to ill to attempt it. The first enduro of our season is next Sunday so I gotta try and feel better for next week. Bummed....