Been a while for yours truly to throw a reality check into the cauldron
I don't ride my bike during the week, normally. I would like to and those who know me understand that I could ride all day everyday
Trouble is I work long hours so the opportunity doesn't present itelf as much as I would like.
Today I dropped my 1400 into the dealer for it's 24,000km service which means an overnight stay for the black mistress as valve clearances need checking cold. Darn, I miss it already
Today got me thinking yet again
Shit I love riding and yeah, I couldn't live without a bike now. I've read as many good books as I can on riding and riding fast. I've practised on roads I know well and ridden them over and over again until I know I can't ride them any better. I,ve gone through the same corners over and over again until I know you can't ride through them any quicker without things going seriously pear shaped.
I'm not into blowing my own trumpet but I try to be the best at whatever I do and when I was into shooting I perfected those skills until long distance shots came second nature.
Yet, I come to my senses every now and again and when you are nearly 52 years old you really start thinking , maybe more than you should.
For instance, if I had a bad bin and I'm off for months, will my employer keep me on and if not what are my chances of getting another job?
Worse, if it's a real bad one and these days it's more likely through no fault of my own, I could end up in a wheel chair or totally incapicitated and is it fair to my wife to have to nurse me for however long?
Is it selfish to continue riding when you are the sole breadwinner when the risk is so high?
Man I love riding and when I first got back into it there was no way I was going to ride hard and fast so I buy a good old codgers sports tourer.
But, as I have found out these sports tourers are nearly as good as a sporty and trouble is I can't honestly be satisfied with the 100kmh everywhere approach. I just have to get my kicks and the 1400 is such an amiable machine in this respect. I enjoy a good fang and love to boogie with the sporties. A fast ride sets me right for the week and gets the mental jiuces flowing.
Tough call I suppose. Even if I am real careful I have seen many cagers just pull out on me and my number could be up at any moment. I know you can't live life wrapped up in cotton wool but are we tempting fate??
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