In Poem form
Here's a poem I came up with:
The thrill of the ride, the wind in your face,
A rush like no other, a heart-pumping race.
But with every fall, a new fear takes hold,
The risk and the danger, the pain and the cold.
At sixty years young, it's time to decide,
To keep pushing on, or to safely abide.
To learn and to grow, with lessons to take,
Or to hang up your helmet, for your own sake.
Start small, build your skill, and your confidence too,
Check your equipment, and ride with a crew.
But if the risk is too great, the price too high,
It's okay to let go, to say goodbye.
To mountain biking, a chapter that ends,
But new adventures await, with new paths to bend.
Stay active, stay strong, with the joy that you seek,
For the journey ahead, is still yours to seek.
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