I'm 49 going on 18.There's nothing more that I love doing,than blowin some young whipper snapper on his sportsbike into the weeds on my Tuono in the twisties.I smirk to myself as I see them watch nervously into their mirrors, as they try to shake me.When you pass em,they give up the fight and try to make out they weren't really going for it.I get faster as I get older,not slower.But a whole heap wiser too.I know where my limit is.Some don't.