I Didn’t Know I Was Lost . . .

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.

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