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I believe there is atime when i am going to die . No matter where i am or what i am doing . My father used to tell me how dangerous a bike is , but when we got into an argument about it , i made him a deal . The day you scrap all you're guns and stop hunting i will scrap my bike !! I never heard another word.
When I commute to work I have to text my wife to tell her I made it okay. When out on week end long rides or out on tour, the wife hates to ride, I have to text her every time I stop for gas or food. I don't mind. It shows that she cares about me and if this is the only inconvenience I have on my rides, its a good day
Nothing wrong with that. My wife doesn't ride for personal reasons. She does tend to worry if I go out for the day regarding if I am ok. We both have iPhones. When I go out I simply use the "Share my Location" with her for the day. She can easily see my location and coordinates.
She worries more about the fact I have high BP as well as being a Type II Diabetic. Last weekend I stopped in Mart, Texas at the Dairy Queen and was actually sitting inside eating a salad. I get a text "Don't eat that large dip cone!" Technology is amazing.
My wife isn't like that but my mother in law is. She probably would be happy if I'd just quit riding altogether.
I had an accident this year, car stopped at a stop light at an intersection, looking in my direction, and just as I got up to intersection she pulled out in front of me. I had no chance to stop or ride around her. After the accident I called my wife to tell her that I had an accident was basically okay (I could walk talk, etc. and was going to go to the ER to get a few stitches for a small cut and just to make sure I didn't have any injury I wasn't aware of. I had to leave her a calm sounding voicemail, also telling her I might be late to a party that was coming up, depending on how long I had to wait at the ER to get a few stitches. I also told her she might have to come to the ER to take me home because the bike probably wouldn't be able to be ridden home
I found out later that she told someone that she panicked when she heard the voicemail, thought I was seriously injured or killed or something. ????
I told her that if I'd been killed I couldn't have left her a voicemail. LOL
About a month ago I was riding my UltraLtd and my wife was following me in her car, about a 90 mile drive. She was going too slow so I
sped up and got home a good 10 minutes before her.
My wife is a very sweet woman... but when she got home she really ripped me a new one. She
was VERY upset with me for being out of her sight. She was mortified that I might hit a deer or something.
She does worry when I go on long rides by myself, but not like that time!!!
I tried to explain that if I were going to hit a deer, it would happen whether she's behind me or not.
Oh well... as Mad Jasper said, I guess it's nice that she cares.
best off not having the wife behind you... i knew a guy who had his wife driving behind him, he came off around a bumpy bend and his wife ran him over........best off having someone other than your wife run you over ...just my opinon........take care
best off not having the wife behind you... i knew a guy who had his wife driving behind him, he came off around a bumpy bend and his wife ran him over........best off having someone other than your wife run you over ...just my opinon........take care
That's a tough one. About 10 or 11 years ago my friend and his wife bought matching crotch rockets, neither had ever owned a motorcycle before so I warned them that this might not be the best beginners bike for them. He balked at me and said he had ridden a few times and he was being careful. A few months go by until one day I get a call from my wife, she was bartending at the local watering hole at the time. As soon as I answered I could tell something was wrong from the sound of her voice. She said you better come up here fast. He had just T- boned a truck in front of the bar and he is in bad shape. The bar was literally 2 blocks away so I ran up there and saw my friend laying in the road bleeding out of his mouth, nose and ears. His eyes were darting around and he looked like he was trying to say something but couldn't. His wife was crying her eyes out and freaking out.
Him and his wife were at the stop light a block from the bar and he wanted to show off a little so when the light changed he grabbed a handful of throttle, my wife said they could hear him winding it out half a block away then they heard the smash. His wife was right behind him and watched it happen.
My friend laid there in the middle of the street and died within a few minutes. The EMTs came along and covered him up and that was the last time I saw him. They had 2 very young daughters who lost a good daddy and his wife was a wreck for a long time after watching that all unfold.
My wife was an ER nurse for years. She calls bikes donorcycles, but she realizes how much pleasure I derive from riding. She focuses more on the smile on my face when I come home exclaiming man that was fun than on the might be, could be of a future that no one can predict. I hit a deer 86,000 miles ago and wound up in the hospital. She can focus on that one event or the 86,000 pleasurable miles since then. I can't make her choice for her. I can only make mine.
Well that's normal I'd say..universal .but hopefully they'll get sick of repeating themselves...Went thru it,at work typically.... I used to ride , but wife .....bla bla bla....made me sell it...wrong she loved going outon it ,he wimped out!! I found , and still, people these days are afraid of there own shadow's..they drop dead from doing nothing,...at least were enjoying XTC!!!! .....lives to short to to not ride safe,....so ride well ...cheers from Adelaide plains .....South Australia ....
people these days are afraid of there own shadow's..they drop dead from doing nothing.
That pretty much sums up the "You're gonna die on that thing" crowd.
My cousin, 8 years my senior, once told me he wish he was as brave as I was, going out and doing things like drag racing, motorcycle riding...the kind of things that for me, are just a part of living.
I reckon it's the deal for people like those of us who ride, race, surf, hunt or whatever makes life worth living.
It's about living while we're alive. Those who sit on the sidelines, afraid, will never know that kind of joy
That pretty much sums up the "You're gonna die on that thing" crowd.
My cousin, 8 years my senior, once told me he wish he was as brave as I was, going out and doing things like drag racing, motorcycle riding...the kind of things that for me, are just a part of living.
I reckon it's the deal for people like those of us who ride, race, surf, hunt or whatever makes life worth living.
It's about living while we're alive. Those who sit on the sidelines, afraid, will never know that kind of joy
Those last two sentences sum it all up nicely for me. Well said sir!
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