I've had 2 friends have extremely serious accidents. One, the driver merged over him. The other, she lost an argument with the front end of an oncoming truck. Both cases were the drivers' fault. The guy was handed a $800k hospital bill. The woman did a year of rehab for her leg and wrist.
She still rides. He couldn't even look at the bike in the salvage yard. Why did she climb back on and he didn't? He could live without riding and she couldn't. It didn't have anything to do with bravery. She'd have made you a killer martini that's how bad she was shaking just sitting on a motorcycle. But she was utterly miserable everytime she saw a bike go by. Or had a beautiful day with nothing to do and the road was calling. Him, he said the experiences he had on the bike before the accident were enough to hold him over.
Both of their experiences and choices made me think about what I'd choose if something similar happened to me. And I decided already I'd keep riding the street. I don't have a private track in my backyard. And I do believe many times it's not the destination that matters . It's the journey.
She still rides. He couldn't even look at the bike in the salvage yard. Why did she climb back on and he didn't? He could live without riding and she couldn't. It didn't have anything to do with bravery. She'd have made you a killer martini that's how bad she was shaking just sitting on a motorcycle. But she was utterly miserable everytime she saw a bike go by. Or had a beautiful day with nothing to do and the road was calling. Him, he said the experiences he had on the bike before the accident were enough to hold him over.
Both of their experiences and choices made me think about what I'd choose if something similar happened to me. And I decided already I'd keep riding the street. I don't have a private track in my backyard. And I do believe many times it's not the destination that matters . It's the journey.