78 years old and not afraid of the cold

Saying goodbye to my 78 year old father as he rides back to Nambucca Heads.

Mum really didn't want dad to buy a new motor bike in his late 70s.
Mum really didn’t want dad to buy a new motor bike in his late 70s.

He was in a happy mood despite it being under 10 degrees. He had packed those saddle bags full of fresh venison to take home for his golfing mates.

I am so proud of a father, who at 78 is still riding his motor bike on long trips, to go fishing and to visit  his mates (and the fish) on remote properties. He is not afraid of the rain or the cold and can (and does) still climb to the roof of a shed on cross beams and wall posts. He can still lift and carry more than I can and gives more than he receives. He plays golf, watches the cricket and reads his bible. He still fishes in places that require a rope and good bit of climbing to access!

My father at 78 is an inspiring senior who will still break into a run if he thinks he's holding me up :)
My father at 78 is an inspiring senior who will still break into a run if he thinks he’s holding me up 🙂

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