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I have been reading through some threads as usual, and I realize that I am getting old. I always have to jump in on some Harley bashing, and add my 2 cents when it comes to "squid talk." After reading the Harley/helmet thread, I wanted to share my roots with the class.
My wife makes fun of me because bikes are, and always have been, such a huge part of my life. Over beers (many) my buddy and I calculated all of the bikes I have owned. I have come up with around 30+, not bragging just contemplating wasted money. We also thought about my many screw ups. Collar bones, wrist, both arms, and a couple of toes, and my latest, 7 inches of titanium screws and rods covering L4, L5, L5-S1.
I like to think that I am learning everyday. I also do not like to think about how hard it would be to recover from future screw ups. It is becoming harder, and harder to keep myself from selling the bikes, and buying a convertible, and I wonder what keeps us in this dangerous sport? My one conclusion is that it is in my blood. The one thing that my Dad and I always had, and hopefully will have for a long time to come. I know what can happen everytime I get on (A friend from a local board was just introduced to a lifelong wheelchair).
Sorry guys, no point here. I was just curious why we all put ourselves on the line everytime. I love this board, but this place is the absolute worst thing for reality checks. I hope everyone here has clear perspective on the potential, and does not just avoid thinking about it. Anyway, here is another pic of my Dad. He started me at age 5 on a Honda CT70, and a custom 7hp Briggs chopper minbike (go figure). I have never been without a bike since. Thanks Dad, I think. J
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My wife makes fun of me because bikes are, and always have been, such a huge part of my life. Over beers (many) my buddy and I calculated all of the bikes I have owned. I have come up with around 30+, not bragging just contemplating wasted money. We also thought about my many screw ups. Collar bones, wrist, both arms, and a couple of toes, and my latest, 7 inches of titanium screws and rods covering L4, L5, L5-S1.
I like to think that I am learning everyday. I also do not like to think about how hard it would be to recover from future screw ups. It is becoming harder, and harder to keep myself from selling the bikes, and buying a convertible, and I wonder what keeps us in this dangerous sport? My one conclusion is that it is in my blood. The one thing that my Dad and I always had, and hopefully will have for a long time to come. I know what can happen everytime I get on (A friend from a local board was just introduced to a lifelong wheelchair).
Sorry guys, no point here. I was just curious why we all put ourselves on the line everytime. I love this board, but this place is the absolute worst thing for reality checks. I hope everyone here has clear perspective on the potential, and does not just avoid thinking about it. Anyway, here is another pic of my Dad. He started me at age 5 on a Honda CT70, and a custom 7hp Briggs chopper minbike (go figure). I have never been without a bike since. Thanks Dad, I think. J
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