At my age, it's an auto ride

At times an autorikshaw ride in India is like doing the Dakar Rally. The thrills and spills are almost near death experiences. I should know because I took one such ride today. Considering there's family back home, I wonder why my rational senses didn't prompt me to speak to the auto driver. I see just one reason. The thrill of the auto ride blocked my sane senses. After all can I do the rally-sorta driving with my own car? Nah. Remember, there's family.

I guess the need for thrill never ever dies. Age's no bar. I bet the lure of danger never loses its appeal. But doing it runs the feasibility and the sanity problem after a certain age. That means the thrills must come from elsewhere. In my case it was the ride.

Not smart, huh? I agree.