His body is crouching forward, back arched, over the handlebars/steering wheels, like he’s a jockey willing a Melbourne Cup winner home. His body is tense, and he is just short of breaking a branch off a tree and whipping the machine.
Determination is sculpted on this face. He is old and cranky and refuses to miss out on this, as he has missed out most of his life.
Even three ex-wives have not been able to make him happy. This will. He will be part of a crowd. He is craving that connection. He is craving that reward.