WD wrote on 07/15/12 at 18:53:45:


since 2007

Serowbot wrote on 07/15/12 at 09:33:11:



Evolved into ... ? ?  

WD wrote on 07/15/12 at 18:53:45:


Eagle Scout ? ?
For real ? ?  
That is quite an accomplishment.  

Where's the dividing line.  I mean, when I was 10, 30 was old and 50 was ancient.  Now at 49, the lines are blurred... or is that just presbyopia again?

Savage_Rob wrote on 07/18/12 at 14:38:34:


Rob, I'm 59 and getting ready to admit I'm old next year at 60. Of course, being old doesn't mean being dead. I think the reason I am willing to call it is the fact that my old friends and mentors are passing on at a seemingly accelerated rate. Now is the time for us "old" guys to reach back to the younger ones who are struggling and give them some gentle advice...then WAIT for them to mature enough to understand and use it. Yeah, I feel old.

I'm 37 and feel plenty old on occasion, but I'm too immature to ever consider myself 'old'.

I work for a small software company (product support, training, IT stuff, etc) and spend an inordinate amount of time sitting in front of a computer, both at work and at home.  I tend to multi-task a lot at work, running dual-screen with work on one side and whatever is interesting me this minute on the other.

I grew up in a family of old school bikers that were too poor to own Harleys, and spent a lot of time when I was younger helping my dad work on his bikes, and have lots of fun stories of things like riding home from wherever Dad broke down sitting in the trunk of our Cutlass holding on to the front wheel of his bike.  I bought my first bike (1984 Honda CT110) for $75 when I was 15, my second (1975 Honda CB350) after I got married, and my third (1992 Yamaha Seca II) not long after I was divorced.  I kept the Seca for a while until I had problems keeping it running.  I have an issue with selling things for a lot less than they are probably worth, it seems... sold the CT110 for $125 after bringing it back from a barely running trail rustbucket into a fairly cool 'moped from hell', sold the CB350 for $250, I think I got $600 for the Seca.  All three of them I look back on and kick myself for ever selling (especially the CB350).

Since then I've spent a lot of time saying that I really wanted to buy another bike, should really get another bike, would really like having a bike again, and so on.  I follow a few different motorcycle related blogs in my RSS feed, and probably first noticed the S40 after coming across the Ryca CS-1.  Soon after that I started lurking around here, and after reading a lot about S40 it sounded a lot like something I would be interested in: It's been around forever, single cylinder, single carb, belt drive, etc.  Over the past few months my girlfriend had been showing interest in getting an old-school scooter (Vespa, for instance) for commuting to work, and I convinced her to get something a bit more capable (2004 Honda Rebel) and a couple days later found a 2005 S40 for myself.  You guys are to blame for that.  The amount of information and general camaraderie on this site is huge, and probably played a big part in my decision.

I originally got the S40 with the intention of building a Ryca, now I'm not so sure... it's pretty nice as-is.

I also have a huge problem with using parenthetical asides (obviously).

arteacher wrote on 07/20/12 at 14:54:30:


Never has this feeling been summed up so accurately.



Sometimes I feel like as you get older you get more passionate -- just about fewer things. Your hobbies start to narrow down into one or two, and then maybe into only a subset of that category (like say motorcycles then just the savage and then maybe OIL?!?!). Right now I've got too many hobbies to keep track of, which is killing me. Even among bikes, one sits untouched while the other two get treatment, or I keep up on my little tech projects (two arduinos and a raspberry pi) and the bikes get forgotten, or I play video games (the bane of my productive existence) or watch movies, or go out drinking with friends.... it all snowballs and I get lost in one aspect rather than keeping up with all of them.

But yeah, 30+ = old.  

What are you going to do when they learn to walk?