Of all the skills and capabilities I have had to endure and accept the loss of as I have aged, I think the one I feel the greatest loss, is the ability to be able to communicate on an equal footing with younger people. Especially strangers.
No matter how equal and respectful I may feel internally toward young people it never seems to pan out in reality when I attempt to communicate a serious situation to them.
What is it that we older folk signal to them that makes them immediately go on the defensive rather than walking the same path.
I usually try to defuse any of this by asking a question that requires a simple thinking answer then you don't sound like you are accusing them of something. This seems to be getting less and less effective as I get older.
Where I live there is a large area set aside for trail bikes with a good range of degree of difficulty spread across it.
I was instrumental in securing this area as a trail bike exclusive over 35 years ago and while I have no authority over it anymore I do maintain a keen interest in it's well being and continuance of purpose for bikes.
All of my own children and countless others including holiday makers have had the benefit of this area over that time and now my Grandchildren are using it too.
I am too old to blat around on the tracks now but every now and then I ride up and have a look how the riders are going and how well the area is being used and to keep it from being taken over by campers and the like etc.
Today I went up for a ride and to have a look at the trail bike area and there were campers invading the bottom end of it again so it is obviously under threat again. Huge number of campers here this year.
There were quite a few trail bikes roaring over the tracks looking good and showing a fair amount of skill and daring too, it was really good to see.
I noticed a huge dust cloud suddenly growing around a group of young people
with their bikes and cars parked in the middle of the area.
There were a couple of boy racer types in their cages roaring around spinning and racing each other around not harming anyone but drawing a lot of attention to their behaviour, as they do.
I was concerned that if they came to grief and had an accident in the cars that the outcome could influence the anti-bike brigade into putting pressure back onto the council etc to have the tracks closed. They are still around constantly mouthing off about motorbikes and wanting more area for campers.
Unfortunately in my attempt to enlighten these young people of the dangers of what they were doing I completely fucked up and ended up getting a round of abuse and accusations which did not stop as I rode quietly off either.
The bikers rode all around and past me showering me and my bike with gravel and dust just to show me how clever they were. I was not concerned or afraid because they may have got a surprise of their own if I had got stuck into my bike too.
Many of them had no helmets gloves or protection gear so I guess they will be learning about that for themselves sooner rather than later but that is their prerogative.
I am not really very annoyed with them so much but I am annoyed with myself in not having better skills in communicating with them. I don't think they were doing much wrong in the immediate other than to themselves but I was concerned about the long term results of their actions. It amazes me just how paranoid against bikes public figures like councilors etc are.
I feel really pissed off with the fact that as we get older we just seem to alienate ourselves from the younger generations. What is it that we do so badly. It's not a power thing, damn it I know my place. I was a rooting tooting fighting son of a bitch years ago but shit a brick I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag now so I don't feel very threatening. I just don't want them to loose something that they will never get back if they are careless with it.
Any suggestions advice thoughts or comments would be welcome as I feel this loss or deterioration of communication with younger ones is extremely disappointing and I'm fucked if I know what to do about it. Disappointed, John.
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