11-24-2011, 03:42 AM
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Join Date: Jun 2007
Posts: 497
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I used to
I rode for 26-27 years. Year round, 30 miles through a snow storm once. 200 miles, and back, through rain another time. The only time I ever turned tail because of weather was when I was heading into a nasty looking thunder storm. Walked away unscratched more times than I can remember from spills I shouldn't have walked away from at all. Mostly I rode conservatively, but when no one was looking "Born To Be Wild" was in my blood. It was wild and so was I. I loved going 100+ MPH, when I got a chance. Scared the crap out of some kids in cars a couple of times. Loved it all
Then one day, twenty years ago, an electrical problem caused my bike to fail me. I ended up walking two miles in a hail storm and never went back. About ten years ago my oldest son rode up on his new street bike and talked me into taking it for a spin around the block. I never would have believed it, but riding a motorcycle is NOT like riding a bicycle. After ten years, I had lost the skills to ride and barely made it back without crashing his bike on the corners. Riding was great, but I only think about it in the past tense now, if at all.
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