Great article. I'm 56 and never thought about having a mid-life crisis. Everyday seems as new to me as the day I moved away from home. I enjoy remembering the good times from years gone but have no desire to live in the past. I want to ride down new trails and roads!

Like dirt being roosted from a torqued rear hoop , it winds up behind us in an instant just like the long strange trip our lives travel. Moving forward ,ever forward to see what's up around the next bend. Midlife crisis ? Bullshit I say. Daring ourselves to be in the wind in the now , if for only a moment , getting all of our senses nourished. So says I.

Call it what you want I say!! I've been riding my entire life, an ADV bike is just normal progression as far as I'm concerned and a much MUCH better and cheaper form of therapy trying to move past those CRAZY X's ! ! ! ! ! ! !

too funny!  I walked in to a local dealer to test ride a couple of sick bikes and folks sitting in front of the sales rep were asking him "how many folks come in here that are having a midlife crisis purchase?"  So true, but so stero typical! ha!   I dig our moto head community, it made me snicker

I'm leaving for Big Bend National Park in two days to work on my midlife crisis issues riding the mighty DR650! We are having great winter riding weather here in Tejas. Perfect for addressing these pesky midlife issues!

Well, had GREAT winter riding weather at BBNP and another great ride on Old Ore Road. The DR performed flawlessly.

It depends on the chick! I get excited about bikes and cars alike.... especially when it's obvious that the rider/driver has put effort into their vehicle. I realize I'm also part of a very small percentage of women who feel that way.

I was also accused of having a midlife crisis when I bought my Triumph Tiger even though I had been riding street 8 years prior. It's like the people who are afraid of trying something new want to scoff at those that do...

At 62 I'm still waiting for the "midlife crisis" I am however thinking about taking on a girl friend, I would prefer someone who's deaf and non speaking and owns either a liquor store or bar and has an problem with nymphomania.   just sayin

Not long ago I was getting into my Boxster and parked next to it was a minivan with a family still inside. I got in it, started the car and put the top down in it’s little technological show of engineering. “That’s so sick,” said the goth teenage girl who watched along side her dad.

Her dad said to me, “So, is that your midlife crisis?”

I tried not to be indignant.

“Do I look like I’m having a crisis?” and I pulled out and away.

Not me. I’m different. What I feel is different. Who I am, what I believe, what I value is different and that qualifies me to promote Dos Equis, not suffer some crisis of identity or happiness. I’m grounded, can’t you tell by my vanity plate?

A failure in perception, in judgement, in sense is enough to set me back and bring me down many notches, confirming what my gut has been whispering all along; you’re not good enough, smart enough, handsome enough, faking it all along until you set yourself up to some litmus test of character that confirms all those suspicions.

And that, I believe, by definition must be what is meant by midlife crisis. I’m not superhuman after all.