As I mentioned in an earlier post, I have been away from motorcycling for about 15 years now. I had a minor incident in which I put my bike down and it freaked me out such that I put the bike away and then sold it. I haven’t ‘driven’ one since that fateful day. I shut all of that out of my life and convinced myself I didn’t miss it.
All the riding I’ve been doing lately has forced me to face that I DO miss it and need to find my way back. I really regret letting that one mishap shape my life in this way because I have missed out on 15 great years of riding.
For me, there is a sense of freedom and pure joy when I’m on the bike, even as a pillion. I see the world in a way that isn’t possible through a car windshield. Each ride is magical in its own way, even if the weather is less than perfect. I think that makes it interesting, to experience the changing conditions and it makes me grateful for the sunny and perfect temperature days.
There is a line in a song I’ve been listening to lately that says “I didn’t know I was lost until you found me . . .” Each time I hear it, I realize that perfectly sums up my experience. I didn’t know how much I was missing out on. Or maybe I knew and was afraid to move toward it?
Things to ponder as I continue my journey forward.