As a teenager back in the 60s, I remember many of my parents’ friends retiring at age 65 and dying within 18 months, typically of cancer, heart disease, or stroke. The same occurred when a spouse died, the other spouse would die within 18 months, presumably of a broken heart.

For years, I assumed (tongue in cheek) I should delay retirement so I could live longer so I retired officially April 1, 2018, at the age of 68, beating the odds by 3 years. Well, yesterday, October 1, 2019, was the 18-month mark and I’m still alive!

Of course, to tempt fate, I spent Saturday, at DC Dirt Camp, with my first experience riding a motorcycle off-road with simple stuff at first such as turns, standing on the pegs, weaving, and going over small obstacles. The fun began when we did hills, gravel, U-turns on hills, follow the leader in a tight maze, and a trail ride on narrow paths between trees, up and down hills, bumps, ruts, roots, and tight turns in the foliage. A lot of fun. It makes me want to get a small dirt bike but places to ride are limited.

Here are a few photos.

So, I tempted fate and survived. No fun sitting at home in retirement and yeah, I was far and away the oldest person there though the instructor’s father, age 74, took her course.