Originally Posted by
JGordon
I've been down once, but it was my own damn fault. Out riding too late on a cold night in Januray, caught a patch of ice on a manhole cover while I was accelerating through a turn, and bit it. I was only going ~15 mph and had on full gear, but I still broke a wrist and bruised some ribs. Had some nice rash on my jacket and helmet chinbar, too.
But I recently stopped riding because of a couple of way-too-close calls I had with idiots on the higway. Back in March I was going about 60mph in the left lane on my way to work, and an idiot in a Volvo decided to merge across 4 lanes of traffic without looking and almost put me into the center divider. I moved to the inner shoulder (about 2 feet wide, but glad it was there at all), jammed on the horn and brakes, and barely missed getting clipped. That would have ended me.
About 2 weeks later I was riding to work in the HOV lane in an area with no left shoulder and a concrete center divider. The 3 lanes of traffic to my right were at a standstill. Speed limit was 45 on this street, but I was only going about 40 because I was wary of someone turning out of the regular traffic lanes into the HOV lane. Guess what -- someone pulled into the HOV lane right in front of me. I jammed on the brakes and missed ramming into them by a couple of feet, but if they had done that 1 or 2 seconds later I would have hit them square on with no way to avoid it.
After those 2 incidents -- added to the additional factors that I know the girlfriend worried about me everytime I got on the bike, I could use the money from selling the bike, and I didn't have a good storage situation -- I decided the risk/reward ratio just wasn't there for me. While I loved riding, I felt like sooner or later I would get into a serious accident. It just wasn't worth the risk to life and limb. :sad:
I can understand. Everyday, literally every single fucking day, I have to elude someone who isnt paying attention (or just being a dick). Some more scary than others but I have to admit straight up, if there was no risk in riding my bike I wouldnt get what I get out of riding it.
Its therapy man. It keeps me strong and mentally alert. It helps me work out my anger issues, that healthy fear. That element of risk and reward, the release of spiritual toxins that I cant shake otherwise. No shrink could do that for me. Its a strange companion, motorcycling is. It makes itself necessary. When I took my hiatus (as mentioned above for stupid riding) I missed it. I thought about it even when I didnt see someone out on a bike. It was like cigs, you get over the inital pain but the desire is always there. The back of your head telling you, go ahead, light up - you need it. Twist the throttle and feel the freedom underneath you. You cant say no. Come home. Sound silly? Maybe. But it sure as fuck is real.