I was 18. Rode my mothers 125 Harley trail bike. That was 1969. Fast forward to last summer right after I retired. Sitting across the kitchen table from my 84 year old mom, she looks me square in the eye and says she's thinking about putting her 1968 Honda Dream 300 back on the road. She would save on gas running to town. I didn't skip a beat and told her whatever she wanted to do was ok with me. Lord I can only hope to be in as good shape mentally and physically if and when I reach 84.