Yeah, I passed three years back in September, which means it's three years back on bikes for me, as the two happened at the same time.
I'd just put a deposit down on an FZR750R, which was to be my returning to biking fix after fifteen years away. Some people thought it was just an early midlife crisis (at 36 - hah!) but most of my friends who'd been around long enough remembered me in my former biking days and just shook their head while reminiscing our misspent youth.
Anyway, like you I'm hooked. Sometimes it's a struggle to keep the bike going while raising four kids on a single income, but its worth it to keep me sane.
I'm looking forward to the next fifty years ...
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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