After my unscheduled get off on March 25th, my incredible wife kindly took me to the emergency room for some expert opinions on my new found bruises and stiff muscles.
I met a nice lady at the admissions window. She was sincere as she checked me into the emergency room. “This is exactly why I got rid of my bike.”
“Really?” I said. “What did you ride?”
“Had a Harley but I was coming around a curve up in the mountains and a car was in my lane. I had no choice but to lay it down and went off the side.”
“Scraped up my leg and tore this tendon.” She showed me her normal looking arm. “Wow. So are you glad the bike is gone?”
“No, I still miss it on days like this. Great weather. But I see so many people come in here after a wreck,” she moved her hand suggesting the entire hospital ”that I just got rid of it.”
Okay, I’ll not address the fact that the hospital is where every single person comes who has a wreck, so if you want to see them all, work at the admissions deck in the emergency room! Sorry, I guess I just addressed that fact.
Anyway, my theory is that no one EVER got rid of a bike and is glad to have a hole in their garage (or driveway, or shed…). I’ve seen fear keep people off horses, roller coasters, and bridges. Fear can be a great thing. It can be your brain telling you that there is a boundary you should not cross when you hear that voice say, “what if we get caught?” It can help you react faster than you even thought possible when avoiding snakes. It can help you reach a decision, but it should never be the dominant drive in that decision, unless you are having shots fired in your direction.
I’ve talked to lots of people who got rid of their bikes. I have yet to meet one that says, “I’m so glad I did that. Best decision I ever made was to stop riding.”
Just a few thoughts while I still hope to fill the hole in my garage SOOON!