So not the best photo but the sun was bright, the camera so so, and the nut behind the lense to hot to care if it came out super fantastic LOL.
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.
I hear that. On both sides of the equation. My ex just got nailed broadside on his bike by a woman not paying attention, broke a leg, bad concussion, lots of cuts and bruises. It surely could have been worse, but geez. On the other hand, I know that people who ride motorcycles hate giving them up…and it sucks to do it without a choice. Still, I’m glad you did. Those things are dangerous!
Well . … dangerous I guess so depending on your take on it LOL
The reason why is still a big piss off but at least it was Billy who took it away – that kid can get just about anything out of me as he and his family are some of the most important peeps in my life. I will brag about their accomplishments none stop.
Maybe we will build a super duper sand buggy emmmmm . … I bet not as the for whatever reason scare the h e double toothpicks out of me.
:::Wipes away a tear:::
I dread the day I may have to give up riding. I’m really sorry you had to watch your bike leave without you…
I know you know! I am not a fan of crying but – well Catfish knows all but he promised to only tell if he got the baked bean recipe first.
I did do a “good thing” – I sent all the gear, the helmets, the armored jackets and pants. There shall be no excuses excepted for non compliance of the ATGATT rule if they end up keeping it. Plus now they have no excuses for not wearing it while sand bugging it over the dunes 😉