still put in a full day's work
Ray,
I thought you were thinking of retiring?
Kudos on your lifestyle.
still put in a full day's work
Part of me always kind of wanted to ride motorcycles,
I think you should consider it, one fear form not riding a bike is listening to others. I have been riding since I was 11 and never experienced this "because I am on a motorcycle" phenomenon.
I have never had an issue on my bike that was any different from any other vehicle I have driven up to class A vehicles. My 23year old son will tell you the same thing and even though he takes after me and likes to drive fast when he can, he has managed to stay incident free and ticket free whatever he may be driving; you can too.
If one can go through life for the most part "not" sliding vehicles off the road or not getting in fender-benders or accidents a motorcycle will not be a different experience for you. The world is still going to do the same things whether you are there or not (in a particular moment of time) so the mode of transportation changes virtually nothing.
I have to respectfully, and quite strongly, disagree. The issue with motorcyles (and yes, I rode for decades, including some very long trips) isn't the care the rider takes, the issue is all the other morons on the road from whom you have no protection on a bike. I'm blessed.. none of my close calls ever involved laying down the bike or contact... but the fact is that no one can avoid accidents all of the time, and an accident on a bike is a FAR different occurrence than an accident in any vehicle with four or more wheels.
My own personal eye-opener was coming home at about 1am on a back country road, taking it easy (I have never been an aggressive motorcyclist when sight lines are limited), when a buck jumped out of the tree line to my left, hell bent on crossing in front of me at a dead run, no more than 20 feet in front of me. I remember locking up the brakes, starting to skid, and then the next thing I remember I was past the deer. I was shaking like a leaf. Pulled over to the side of the road, and just sat there for about 20 minutes; I was only maybe three miles from my house, but needed the time. I must have blacked out, but the good Lord took over for a few seconds and saved my life.
My wife used to ride on my bike with me a lot. I can handle hurting myself, but not her. We've only ridden together a few times since that night. I still have my 1984 VF700C.. great bike. Every once in a while I get the urge and still ride. That buck, and cell-phone-users, are always on my mind.
It is, without a doubt, a VERY different experience.
That's close to how my first big one happened, some one made snap lane change and hard brake in front of me, dropped and fell hard braking at prevailing speed. 5 days in ICU.All the situational awareness in the world isn't going to help you when someone in the right lane suddenly decides to take a left turn into you (exactly how I totaled my VFR750 ten years ago). Fortunately it was around town so we were going pretty slow, and it didn't hurt that his insurance gave me almost 50% more than I'd paid for the bike, but not an experience I would care to repeat!
You're right. I had planned to retire last April, but the horrendous evaporation rate of my 401(k) gave me pause. I work for a large telecom company, and my boss won't be able to replace me. So he's happy I'm staying. It's a good job and not physically demanding so riding out this downturn won't be difficult.Ray,
I thought you were thinking of retiring?
Kudos on your lifestyle.
Yes it is. Way more cars on the road. Way more distractions than ever before. The level of Rude in this country has increased. And people don't appear to be very smart anymore.Its even worse now.
Funny, I haven't gotten there yet. But I remember the first time I realized I was getting older. I was in my late 20's/early 30's and was browsing in a record store. I was going through the bargain bin and thinking to myself "wow, what are all these great albums doing in the bargain bin?". It hit me about a minute later.Just on a somewhat related point, when was the moment that you realized/excepted “ HOLY CRAP, I’m old! “?
I keep wondering how people my age got old…Just on a somewhat related point, when was the moment that you realized/excepted “ HOLY CRAP, I’m old! “?
I keep wondering who the hell is that old fart looking at me from the other side of the mirror when I shave in the morning.I keep wondering how people my age got old…
I keep wondering who the hell is that old fart looking at me from the other side of the mirror when I shave in the morning.
