A Motorcyclist’s Letting Go
February 2, 2016
I thought it reasonable to put down my thoughts on my letting go of ever riding motorcycles again.
By the time a couple of years had passed following my 2011 accident on my bike, I was physically able to ride again. Although I now ware a brace on my left foot for permanent ‘drop-foot’, which I prefer calling ‘flop-foot’ for how it actually works for me, I can work the gear shifting lever with that foot just as I did before the accident. For a couple of years, I had been shifting with my heel rather than the toe of my boot, and was content to do so. Quite normal to me.
So after I had recovered from the accident, I had thoughts of getting another motorcycle. The passion for riding was still there, though maybe not as strong as before. In my contemplation’s, I realized a great deal of my enthusiasm for riding a bike was economical. It save a lot of money on gas, versus the 16 mpg I got with my Jeep Cherokee. Now that I was ‘forcefully’ retired, A lot of my desire to ride was gone since I no longer needed a daily trip to work.
But… As soon as I started thinking of another bike, I just as quickly remembered all the faces of my family and friends around my bed in Shock Trauma. Although the accident was in no way my fault, had I not been on a motorcycle, circumstances would have been dramatically different. And so many people who mean so much to me, would not have been put through so much misery on my account.
The choice was mine. Go back to riding and risk putting these excellent people though another terrible experience, of find another outlet for my “need for speed” passion. I joke with my wonderful daughter that I am so much like Mr. Toad in Disney’s version of Wind In The Willows; “Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride”. Like him, I seem to has limitless “manias”. I’m very diverse; motorcycles, drums, guitar, martial arts, creative design. cowboy history and film, science fiction, and more. So now I had to replace one mania with a suitable replacement.
My landlord, and must excellent friend, heard me mention on day during my recovery, that maybe what I needed was a convertible. Perhaps that would give me the wind and sky I craved while having four wheels under me. Within weeks, he had located a very nice Old Cutlass Supreme with automatic transmission. I got it and enjoyed the ride for aver a year. But facing a great deal of repair costs, I started looking on the Internet for what I really wanted, A 5 speed stick, preferably in Mustang convertible. After a bit of searching, I found a most excellent deal on a silver 2000 GT. Well, it was love at first sight. Or is that first drive.
So to the point where all this started, Once I found the right replacement for motorcycles that could give me the same rush of speed, wind in my face and super pleasure of shifting gears, the letting go of riding was greatly eased. I still have moments when I have the desire to get back on a motorcycle, but… inevitably my mind goes back to the faces of the people I care so much about, in pain. Even without the hot rod, the letting go of riding turns out to be no great effort at all.