I am significantly older than 50, work out every day, and still work at least 70 hours per week. I work hard and play hard.
As a rule, I don't throw a leg over my motorcycle unless I'm going to cross a state line. I live outside of Phoenix and riding to LA or Vegas is just barely enough saddle time to clear my head. I generally don't start to unwind until I am well into my second tank of fuel.
I have always enjoyed knocking out miles. Fort Campbell to Pittsburgh was nothing when I was in my 20's. In my 30's I'd leave after work and ride 500 miles to Albuquerque on Friday and come back on Sunday. On a cast iron Sportster. (I was tough then.) I simply love being on the road. I still enjoy Phoenix to the East coast and back in 4 days in a pick up truck. Some of us are just that way.
However, it is true that very few want to ride me. But that's ok too, I prefer to go it alone. Solitude works for me. I would much rather be riding my motorcycle thinking about Good than be in church thinking about riding my motorcycle.