I don't know if I feel much of anything about being in my fifties. It simply happened, never gave it much thought. Do have more time to myself than I did before when I worked, so that's nice. Get to do more things I like to do.
Don't have my first bike ever, don't know what happened to it. And I don't have any pictures of it as far as I know. It was probably pretty mangled by the time I was a teen and had outgrown it. Think it was totaled when I hit a cement retaining wall going down a hill. Which knocked me out, still have a small scar from that accident. My brother was supposed to replace something on the bike, maybe the brake pads, so he must have removed the pads, which caused me to realize half way down that hill that I didn't have brakes. I tried to use my feet to slow down but it didn't help all that much. Hit the wall at high speed, but don't remember that much after that. Woke up in hospital later, I recovered pretty quickly and was okay afterwards.
Your bicycle club sounds like a 'fun' thing, so yes I would be interested in being part of it.
What made you want to start a bicycle club? Do you really like bikes a lot?
I guess my Marin is eleven years old. It's a good bike, and I've not had any problems with it. The motobecane looks something like this, but has a basket in the front and is older.