Boomer Motorcyclists: “I Like Big Bikes and I’ll Probably Die.” — 2 Comments

  1. I guess my husband and I were “Boomer Motorcyclists” once (he’s deceased, and I’m 75). My husband was even a “Senior Motorcyclist”; he rode until he died at 70 or pancreatic cancer (not a motorcycle accident). We rode on a BMW, not a Harley, and I was just the passenger, but I guess I learned the biker mystique. It’s freedom and daring, and I say to today’s boomers: go for it, but be at least a little bit careful. Our last big motorcycle trip together was through the then Soviet Union in 1990, and I’m glad I had the experience!