Gave it up
I have lost my Dad, A friend and several friends of friends to "CAR" accidents, not one has lost there lives or had a serious motorcycle accident. When it's our time to go I believe no matter what we drive or do we will go when our time is up.
On the same note, If my Dad or somebody close to me did die from a motorcycle accident I'm not sure what I'd do, for all I know I'd do the same as your are doing.
Right now you're hurting, and looking for a tangible "thing" to blame - and it became the motorcycle. That's cool - whatever it takes to help you regain your personal peace. Just keep an open mind and heart. In the meantime, know that our thoughts and prayers are with ALL of you!
Words fail to comfort at a time like this, but I lost a good friend from "rider error", his own. I had to identify the body for his wife, not something I'd care to do again. I too sold my bike, for reasons I'm sure you understand. At the funeral I was asked to say a few words, and all I could remember was my friend getting on me for owning a "crap" motorcycle and being too cheap to buy a Harley. As I looked up, everyone was laughing - that was Ed, he loved his Harley and didn't take kindly to any other bike, no matter how good a friend you were. His wife offered me his bike, but I couldn't get on it - too tough to take and too many memories.
Within a few months, as the weather got better, I missed the bike, but more importantly I missed my friend. Then it dawned on me - if I got back on the bike and lived every moment as if it were my last, I'd be living just as he did, and I'd be enjoying living again, instead of passing each day in fear of what chould happen.
Fact is, I've lost friends in car accidents, from disease, and from Vietnam. The result is always the same - a deep sense of loss. The difference is that now I refuse to let their death pass in vein - I honor them best by living my life to the fullest. In the end, we all die - it's more important to me now how I live.
Take care brother, and we're all here for you.
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I had a similar experience once seeing a riding friend go down and land hard.. I sold my bike. I was back in a couple years. ...it gets in the blood.
That was years ago for me now.. mid 70s.. but I'll never forget how hurt this guy was. He hit a tree at 60.. and alcohol was involved, but I still put the bike away for a while.
If it's in your blood you may be back.. it took me a while, and I had other things going on in my life.. but here I am, many years and many motorcycles later. I've said good-bye to many of my friends, being in my late 50s.. some died of cancer, many died in 'Nam one was hit broadside in his Volvo by a drunk driver when he got back from 'Nam. I know one thing. I'm going to ride 'til I can't.I've told my wife and children when I die, I want to buried in my leather jacket, no suit and tie for this guy, and I hope when I go someone can say "he was a good husband, and good father, he always helped another rider, he died clean and sober,and he knew every great motorcycle road and diner in New England.
For what it's worth and a lot of good stories and statements have beenposted here,,, I will add,,, "Once a biker always a biker" the love for the wind in our face, the people we would not have met,, the friends we would not have made, the sights and sounds we might not have seen or heard,,,,,the help we have given many,and the freedom it gives us while doing so,is why I solove to ride.
God bless him and his family and all his friends that care so deeply for him,,, Godspeed in his recovery. Please keep us informed as to how he's doing and let him know we are all pulling for him here.






