I understand Steve, but when the age anxiety gets into your head, it's hard to cure. All I can do is fight it until the reaper comes.
I'm as frail human nature as anyone but also had in human states forced on me I never thought I'd survive or would end up life crippled and/or vegetable to garden.
Life is as real as a soap bubble and no one in their right mind should risk popping it on two wheels, period - end of logic, throw in the ole towel and wrap it up off em.
I am not a bit fooled now that once on two wheels you can control how much trauma comes your way. Oh sure do what you can, I sure do, but still question myself almost daily if I'm really cut out for this biker hobby or feel a lucky enough punk.
What I preach teach is a way of re-growing neck which relieves brain stem and spinal cord function which is a direct cause of most organ and joint failures. I learned it from others before me but didn't believe em till about a decade into career. If not for that I'd be a goner a number of times and also divorced again instead of 22 yr with my Sweet One, ok She Who Must Be Obeyed, but I can take it now and she does same thing so she's not divorced again too from you know who.
I once thought I was a weakling and emotional wimp, but turned out to be damn neck birth injury, now I express the best genetic hands to play out of the deck dealt me. While on the esoteric side of life, seems I'm more often in the right place for the right experience when my upper cord is doing good and radiating into the aethers. Others volunteered this same thing to me so I've decided to believe in that coming true too.
Deep down I'm often more relieved on bike break downs than getting it fixed.
Can you understand that, nay feel it - coming form hobot, the fake daredevil?