Of hearing "your not gonna get another one are you?? those things are so dangerous!! have you learned your lesson yet??"

M"f'er. I've worked 80 to 100 hours a week since I was 17. Bought my first house at 19. When kids my age were partying, I was at work somewhere. When they were chasing women and fast cars in their late teens, early twenties, I was working 70 hours a week sewing carpet together in a dingy gray factory on night shift, or trying to patch my old motorcycles and trucks together to get me to work another day so I could save and invest every penny I made. In my mid twenties when my friends were taking the easy way out of marriage with divorces, and partying and picking up women, I was coming home from a hard day of work, and ABSOLUTELY MAKING a difficult marriage work, because it was the responsible thing to do. Loving the wife when she was unloveable, doing the right thing to compromise, be the strong one and MAKE my freaking marriage work, instead of taking the easy way out. When my buddies were taking a toke or going in on a sex binge with a couple of loose women, I was walking away. When they were spending more than they made, getting themselves too far into debt, and filing bankruptcy as the easy way out. I was minimizing debt, working more hours, and working on other peoples cars and motorcycles in my yard for extra money, so I could pay the payments that I had given my good word on the dotted line to pay. I left home at 18 the day after my highschool graduation with 117 dollars and a truck that I had payed for with summer jobs with over 200 thousand miles on it. I have worked, struggled, been the responsible one. Bailed out siblings, cousins and friends from financial and emotional crisis to the tune of thousands upon thousands of dollars. I've worked and been responsible for years with chronic pain from childhood disease that I have to live with every day, and now they want to guilt me out of the one hobby, the one thing I splurge on, my one stress reliever that I take time out for.

Well f'ck it. They ain't doing it. The whole damn bunch of them can rot. I'm tired of being the responsible one. I'm tired of walking away from badasses that want to fight, because it's the right thing to do. I'm tired of working to see my money go to multiple federal programs that are just money pits that enable the lazy worthless of this world to be lazy and worthless in comfort. I'm sick and damn tired of the whole f'ing pile of steaming $hit.

After years of working in astronomical pain in high stress evironments, I think I may be just plain worn out. The next m'f'er that says one cross word to me is getting a mouthfull of knuckles.

Thanks for letting me vent.

 

Having a bad day bro?

Seriously, If you want another bike get it. Sounds like you've paid your dues so f'em if they don't like you living your life as you see fit.

Better yet - don't even discuss it beforehand - just do it, it's always easier to get forgiveness than permission.

 

Don't hold back, tell us how you really feel.

 

Make sure to use the right hand...............might not want to punch too much with the left from the looks of the picture.

Steve

 

A man can never have to many bikes

 

I am the same way, man. Working since I was 14, 5 years in the Army with a year in Iraq. Everyone wants to tell me that owning a bike is not the responsible thing to do when I have 3 kids. F'em. I work hard for what I have and I am going to enjoy it.

I feel ya, man.

 

It's your life, do what you wanna do, don't let someone else live your life for ya. BTDT, then found someone that pretty much lets me live as I want to, as long as I don't screw around or end up in jail or crap like that. Get another bike, have a couple beers and enjoy yourself. Sounds like you've earned it.

 

I finally had to say do what makes you happy, I'm getting a Harley. And I did.

 

You definitely need a nice long ride! Two-wheeled therapy is the only thing that will help you! And YES you deserve it...

 

Yep, you only live once, might as well do what makes you happy.