Gotta give tribute to the guys on the thread who are over 70 or who overcome physical issues. For the rest of us, this is a pissing on the rock contest (are you old enough or rural enough for that phrase?).
I rode with Kenny when he was 80 and older. He was on the mountain, winter or summer nearly everyday for about two decades after retirement-- 87 or 88, I think. I rode with Bob and Jack into their eighties, and others in their 70s. It wasn't trail riding. I hope to make it that far.
Sledding has been central to me for years. I had the good fortune in about 1965, at eight years-old, to ride a Skidoo Alpine at a new years party. After that, it was whatever I had to do to try to get a ride, two up or whatever. Days at race events,meaning out anywhere, bumming rides, etc.
Dad bought a 67 Alpine for ice fishing and chores. Mighty 299. Spent many many hours on that. He added a 65 (?) Alpine 249 cc and a 65 Olympic 249.
In about 1967 one neighbor was the Scorpion dealer. A year later,, he changed to John Deere. About 1970, friends had a Ski Whiz and a Scorpion Stinger and an older scorpion. I got hours and hours in thanks to all of them.
1971, I worked for a Texaco owner who was also the Skidoo dealer. No rides there....went down the street to the Standard and worked there for more than three years. One manager (he didn’t make it a year, I took over at almost 16 years old) had a 775 TnT. What a monster and a Blast! Finally got a Doo ride from the dealer/former employer on a factory demo Free Air. The wonder was that it tached at over 9K rpm.
Dad bought a 1973 Scorpion Stinger 340. Great fun but I liked the friend's 1969 Stinger riding position.
Raced local drags and sort of cross country races--got rides because I was lighter than the owners.
1973, the new Scorpion dealer let me take recreational rides on his race sled, pipes and all. Elliot Ridge, cornice drops, Rabbit Ears, Gore Pass. Still not sure why he did that.
In 71 to 72, I was the vice president of our town snowmobile club, ran most of the meetings. Barely old enough for an elk license, not old enough for a drvers license.
Bought the 65 Olympic at about 17. Being young and dumb, I could straddle it, grab it by the running boards, and pick it up and position it. Best way to ride it was like a trials bike.
Out of the sport for seven years, got my JD. Back in, and got ambushed by a 1981 El Tigre in the first fifty yards off the trailer, injured my pride and lost my glasses, no other harm. Sleds had come a LONG way. Over the next decades, my sleds included a Yami Exciter, Tigre, Powder Special, SLT, RMKs, Dragon, XP and now the best, an eight -fidy Doo.
I was in physical rehab for years and spent even more years in the gym. I had two back surgeries, shoulder surgery, hernia surgery, and cancer surgery that resulted in two more hernia repairs.The thing that kept me going was the commitment that I was going to ride. When I woke up after back surgery 1, I knew I had to ride. That idea has kept me going, kept me sane for years. Made it back on the sled when others questioned it would ever happen.
57 years later, I am still trying to learn to ride.