Settle down¿?¡!

As I sit with things to ponder. 
Upon this park bench. 
I recall all that I've squander. 
But the thirst I could not quench. 

Even now as an old man. 
Silver hair and long face. 
I still think I can. 
Just point me to the right place. 

There's nothing like the ride. 
The joy the excitement. 
Of being inside. 
I could not refuse any incitement.  

And always walked away in pride. 
To feel the soft banking curves. 
And the long narrow side. 
And tempt your nerves. 

Her body so long and lean. 
And  I'm covered in my sweat. 
Heart pounding like a machine. 
One more time for this old vet. 

As I fuel the fire. 
And the faster I become. 
This is my life's desire. 
Ten seconds and then some. 

As I roll on over. 
And began catching my breath. 
All my life I've been a rover. 
And will until my death. 

Oh to here her moan. 
And to feel her slide. 
I know I'm not alone. 
On this ride.

In racing there is always a duel. 
And speed is addictive. 
Poor on the fuel. 
Age has not been restrictive.