I know stuff, and that’s a problem.
When I was a kid, I didn’t know anything, and I thought that was a problem. Now I wonder if I wasn’t better off.
My first real bike was a secondhand 1978 Kawasaki KL250. In many respects it was a boat anchor. It had very little horsepower, drum brakes that only worked sometimes and cock-all suspension. I don’t recall ever servicing anything on it. I just rode it and rode it and rode it. If I couldn’t see oil in the sight glass, I poured some in. Oil.