When a customer rides his motorcycle to my store and introduces himself and then says, "My Grandfather used to race against you.......................... .............."
Age means nothing. I came across a guy on a Kwakker W650, hardly a sports machine, tailed him for a while filtering through some traffic and then went to overtake him on a section of country road. This old boy, with a zztop beard, gave me a lesson in bend appreciation. I was on a T955 Daytona, but the speed this chap carried through corners was incredible. We both ended up at the same bike shop a few miles later. He was in his late 60's. He was a TT Marshal and had come 19th in the TT sometime in the late '70s. Turned out he live not far from me, we spoke regularly until I moved house 40 miles away. No substitute for experience.
On a similar note, my Uncle Keith was a Gloster Regiment soldier, he fought at Imjin after the big U.S withdrawal. He was Imperial Forces Light Middleweight Boxing Champion. About 8 or 9 years prior to his death he was on a bus in our local town and some youths were kicking off, when he asked them nicely to desist on of the guys raised his fists and said 'come on then Grandad'.
Keith knocked him cold in the isle with a single straight left, he was 69
