You have a little Near Death Experience on a Motorcycle and all the sudden you get all these people telling you that “That they told you so.” “Motorcycling is Dangerous.” And I need to get off that “Donor Cycle and into a Safe Car.” Most of these comments come from Good Friends and Loved Ones and people that I know who really care for me… and some people who just what to be jackasses about it.
This all just makes me scratch my head. Do you guys even know me? Look, I appreciate the concern and I see where you are coming from… I feel that from you and I thank you for it. I’d give you a big hug. But everything I do is considered to be dangerous. My Career has been in “Doing Dangerous Things” other than doing the Tech stuff I did for awhile it’s all been rather risky.
All day long, I am in a cage. Doing what is expected of me. Constrained and unable to do or say what I want to do or so. I have to keep so many opinions to myself, and so many responses to myself, that some days I just feel like I’m going to explode. I have so many demands and stresses on me. Bills and Dues that have to be paid. Kids growing up into adults and their needs. A wife that has to be cared for. Family and my Extended Family. Promises that I’ve made to them and to friends. I’m not going to abandon them… it’s not that. It’s the Decompression I get when I swing my leg over my bike. The whole “Stop to Smell The Roses” thing… On a bike, I don’t have to stop. I can be Mt. Vesuvius level pissed off and by the time I get home I’m down to Mt. Fuji level. I’m happier after a ride because for that brief moment in time – I am Free. Sometimes I just want to keep riding – just keep going.
I love riding… I can’t explain it so that you will understand… Because you don’t ride. I can’t tell you what Chocolate tastes like either. Those that do ride, they understand. My wife understands. Some of my friends understand. Imagine taking an Eagle and clipping its wings so it couldn’t fly again… THAT is what you are telling me when you say I should be in a car. Maybe you are right. Maybe I should be. It’s supposedly safer. I’ll give you that. But that’s not what it’s about. Being Safe… Safety is an illusion.
Yes, it’s dangerous. It’s also freedom. Freedom is always dangerous.