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Originally Posted by nostatic
I agree about it being in your blood or not. The bottom line is that there is nothing in a car that approximates being on 2 wheels.
You just try to have some sense of balance and sanity, and stack the odds as best you can in your favor.
Everybody is wired different. I see people who are perfectly happy being "parents" and doing the homeowner/bbq/neighborhood thing, PTA, etc seems to fufill them. Well, that isn't me. Never will be. If I can't be playing music or creating art or in the ocean or on two wheels, then I'm dying inside. One can argue that it is irresponsible for a parent to engage in an activity (motorcycles) that is inherently dangerous...that it is unfair to the kid. I would counter that it is also unfair to the kid to be parented by a person who is dying/dead inside and has denied themselves in order to be "safe." Somewhere in the vast gray area is a path that will work. Just depends on the details...
Do I want my son to be raised by a dad who is in a wheelchair or worse? No. Do I want him raised by a dad who is a shell of a man? No. Maybe it is just a maturity thing and I'm not grown up. Or maybe the point is never to grow up but just find reasonable chances that can feed you.
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My sentiments exactly. It's funny, people who don't ride really don't understand it. People are amazed that I ride at WORK everyday and still enjoy riding on my day off. Heck, I'm doing a 24 hour endurance rally in June.