It's true; getting old, selling off projects, kids, further ambitions, life itself faces us with precious little sympathy for what we used to call our free time.
But there are some things life cannot take from you.
It cannot take, for example, the peace and quiet of a warm garage at somebody else's house when the dishes are done and the laundry is done and one is surrounded by bits and pieces of Suzuki DR200. Or as one carefully eases a pair of Nissin calipers from their mounting bolts, cautious not to scratch the rotors.
It cannot take away the steam rising from a mug (not a cup, mind you, but a mug) of searing-hot black, black coffee as the sun rises over the track housing, sending a giant orange beam into the gray early-morning garage. And your friends roll in one by one to meet you, the dew coagulated on their windscreens.
It cannot take away the malty tang of a cold beer in the dusk of the day, which you savor as you try to figure out (without much success) exactly how that piece of emissions equipment was mounted on the frame in the first place.
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