vito
Hunter
About the only activity that is of overwhelming importance to me is motorcycling. I was late to start, not getting my first motorcycle until age 42, but at 78 still as passionate about the thrill of riding as I was then. A friend of mine feels the same way about flying. He is a bit older than me and has been flying since he was a teenager. Years ago when we lived closer to one another I was a passenger in his small plane on several occasions, and while I was not ever a pilot, I understood his enthusiasm for this sport/hobby of his as riding was for me. I heard from him yesterday after far too long without contact, and he shared with me that he feels his life is sort of ending. He no longer can pass the flight physical to retain his pilot's license due to some heart issue that has developed. He told me he has no idea how he will spend what time is left for him at this point, since flying and the activities related to flying have been what he has done pretty exclusively since he retired from his real job (which he used to say was just a way to earn enough money to support his family and to keep flying). I tried to cheer him up as best I could, but afraid that I was not in the least bit successful in the effort. After the call ended, it made me think about how I would feel if suddenly there was something that made riding impossible, even after I had already moved from 2 wheels to 3.
I hardly shoot anymore because of my bad shoulder, somewhat diminished eyesight and arthritis in my hands. But I still own guns, have my right to carry, and feel okay knowing that if needed I can use my guns to defend myself and my wife. Without regular visits to the range, riding my motorcycle has become even more of my focus in life. I love my wife of 55 years, love my five grown kids, love and enjoy my 12 grandchildren (some more than others), but I don't know how I would react if I suddenly lost the ability to ride as my old friend lost his ability to fly.
Growing old is tough.
I hardly shoot anymore because of my bad shoulder, somewhat diminished eyesight and arthritis in my hands. But I still own guns, have my right to carry, and feel okay knowing that if needed I can use my guns to defend myself and my wife. Without regular visits to the range, riding my motorcycle has become even more of my focus in life. I love my wife of 55 years, love my five grown kids, love and enjoy my 12 grandchildren (some more than others), but I don't know how I would react if I suddenly lost the ability to ride as my old friend lost his ability to fly.
Growing old is tough.