Yes, here is the photo that marks a major deal in this life of mine. The Harley loaded on Billy’s trailer headed off to Nevada. I am still kind of bummed about this. Thinking last night after they left I realized that not having a motorcycle at any particular time is not really that big of a deal. During the years I have chosen not to ride or not to own a bike for different reasons. This time though it is different, I did not choose to not be able to ride, MS choose it for me. This is the piss off!
The blow was softened because it was Billy taking it away. We share many awesome memories that envolve motorcycles. When Billy was a kid we would jump on my bike of the time and go riding. It was neat to find out that he considers those times as some of his special moments growing up. We use to ride throught the foothills and discuss the way the temperature layers worked always trying to hit the nice cool spot to pull over and enjoy the smells, fauna, and fora.
Billy truly is the only one who “gets” how hard this is. It is closing on something special we shared. Now that he is all grown up with a family of his own, he just like myself understands that riding as a passenger is not an option, we are both to hung up on image and control for that. I know, I know it is silly but hey I am being honest. My partner does not get it really – gets that I love to ride and the frustration of not being able to do so - but to says it is only a piece of machinery that no one here is using.
Part of me hopes that he does not end up having to sell the bike to raise some bucks (we shall know at the end of the month) so he can enjoy the ride. The other part of me hope he does sell it because he has two kids under 18 and I have turned into a nerdy old fart that worries about the dangers. Hypocritical as it sounds what is good for me is not good for those I worry about and love – LOL.