Uneasy feeling lately...
It was a long, emotional two hour ride home from the hospital he was taken to from the crash scene and then flown out of on a life flight headed to Chapel Hill. I talked it out with folks on another online riding community. That really helped but the biggest thing was time. I had to make a decision about my riding, and my riding style. I slowed down and changed bikes to curb my aggressive riding. But his crash was not about aggressive riding, this time, it was about bad things that can happen to anyone riding any bike. You have to come to grips with the fact that at any time, the Lord can call your name.
It's been almost a year now and I thank the Lord that Bill is doing well but I still think about it most times I head out. Not going to stop me from riding. There are worse things than dieing, like never really living.
Far better is it to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure... than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much, because they live in a gray twilight that knows not victory nor defeat.
Theodore Roosevelt
I don't always wear a helmet or leathers, most of the time no helmet and just jeans and a t shirt, what ever I feel like that day, I try to enjoy everyday the way I want to cause you never know what is going to happen. Life is just a game that no one wins.
Great and dear friend went down this last summer, he and his wife have given riding up for good and he is only 50 she 52, they went down hard and she could not take the thought of doing that again. I went down in '79, tumbled on a rain slick road at around 50mph, had made the mistake of thinking I wasn't sliding that fast on my rear and tried to stand up after losing the bike.
There are those instances we can walk away, others the buddy is ambulance carried off or worse the morgue picks us up, gotta live, gotta do what you think is correct for your life, pick your battles and challenges as carefully as we can but in the end, your number comes up there aint no cutting a deal.
Every time I would drive down that stretch of road you could still see the paint lines on the pavement from where the police investigated the accident. Got a very uneasy feeling. Heck, one lady in our riding group told her husband she was done. She said, "We've got two young boys, and we can't both get killed." So just like that, she never got on the bike again.
I think your uneasy feeling will pass with time, but don't every get so complacent (good advice for all of us) that we get careless.
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We all have better days than others but I've never had a day on my bike where I felt "uneasy" enough to think about parking it... But I've felt uneasy enough to slow down a few MPH on some days though.
At 59, my brain simply does not process what my eyes see as quickly as it used to. The only time I'm even aware of this is when I'm pushing myself or the bike near the limits, e.g., racing through a canyon, or the like. Nowadays, I just factor in a little more margin for error than I did in the past and by doing so I can ride comfortably and confidently in any situation.
Being aware of the potential dangers is good. Riding in fear, or even slightly unnerved, is not. If I ever found myself thinking about what could happen if something goes wrong while riding, for more than a fleeting moment, I'd re-assess how much I really wanted to continue riding.


