Hunter S and Jeb Corliss would agree with your philosophy Johnny. Me too.
That little roundabout thing is kind of cool on a bike though...
I really like the way that guy writesRead the whole ditty.I have had a copy on my garage wall for years. http://www.latexnet.org/~csmith/sausage.html
If you're ever in Halifax and rip the roundabout there, let me know the date and time and I can copy the private recording from the traffic camera there. It only keeps the video for a week, so you have to let me know quickYou think that's cool? Try a real roundabout at Townline Road/Can-Amera pkwy south of 401 near Cambridge
What did you guys get married and have kids for if you didn't want to spend time with your fam?
You think that's cool? Try a real roundabout at Townline Road/Can-Amera pkwy south of 401 near Cambridge
If it can't kill me then I dont want to ride it.....I would rather die living life having fun riding, then live life like Im already dead.....Everyone has the right to do what they want, and I can respect someone decision to stop riding if they are scared. I personally was almost killed by a motorcycle 6 months ago...I have been through a lot in my recovery, 13 hour reconstructive surgery on my skull with 60 titanium implants in my face, lost my sense of smell and about 50% of my eye sight in one eye. And still I could not wait to get back on a bike and ride again, so even after actually coming close to death because of motorcycles, I could never stop riding. The fear or excitement of the speed and danger these machines create is part of what drives me to ride them....If its not dangerous its not fun.....
I've wanted to ride As far back as I can remember, it just never worked out before that point. Don't take it as I don't want to spend time with my family, I do. Just need to spend time alone doing something I love as well.
So he quits riding because he's afraid he'll die in a crash and leave his kids behind?
Why doesn't this bozo stop getting into cars and walking in sidewalks, he might get hit by a vehicle and die too.
Obviously you do to have posted that long commentQuitting motorcycling is not wrong - but what grates on me is why does he need to write a story justifying why he doesn't ride anymore? When I'm comfortable with my decisions I don't feel the need to justify them or have them validated. I wouldn't skydive or bungee jump - but I don't go out to those venues and preach to people who do those activities that they are dangerous - or apologize because I don't feel I have the courage to do them. But it seems I can't stop anywhere on my bike without hearing a story about someone who use to ride and gave it up because .... insert reason here.
And I don't get any sense in the story that even after all these years, he's accepted that the accident was his fault. I've had an accident - I've been hauled off the side of a mountain road by ambulance and it was definitely my fault. I was going too fast on a slick unfamiliar road and the back tire slid out in a tight corner at the top of a hill. I was also lucky to only have broken my shoulder blade. So accepting it was my fault, I take responsibility. By taking responsibility you take back control.
Really there is nothing groundbreaking in this article that I see making it worthy of publication - its just the same, tired old story we've all heard dozens of time.
Why I quit riding motorcycles? Who cares?
..............And I don't get any sense in the story that even after all these years, he's accepted that the accident was his fault...............
Really there is nothing groundbreaking in this article that I see making it worthy of publication - its just the same, tired old story we've all heard dozens of time.
Why I quit riding motorcycles? Who cares?
Interesting how so many people have such a strong reaction to a story about someone giving up motorcycling. Why do you take it so personally ? There's more to life than motorcycles even though some of you may think otherwise...Life isn't one dimensional guys. Take the story for what it is. An interesting experience through the eyes of someone thats had a change of priorities.Nothing more.