If you were nearer, I’d offer to pop round with mine. Mostly I’ve been on the back, with Fast Young Git doing all the work on the front. You don’t have a dag and bark y’self.
I recall the first time behind someone with the absolute confidence, the lightning reactions, the assured rapid healing and the immunity to pain of youth. I was screaming internally. Once he’d comprehended the longer wheelbase and stopped dragging me through bushes it went ok. I think you’ve missed most of that.
It gets better. It evens out your abilities and is very sociable. That’s a rigid c*nn*nd*le, btw. At my age I don’t feel the need for suss.
Enjoy.