Ron, my heart goes out to your family.
I let the bike sit for a couple weeks because it's been pretty cold lately. Today, I rounded up all my cold-weather gear and took the bike to work today. The hoodie and the heavy gloves and jacket made it tough to move. Limited motion. I thought about what it would be like to crash. The old, "What if I die today?" question went through my head and I had only been on the bike for five minutes.
I decided a long time ago that there are two ways for me to die. 1. In a sedentary, "safe" setting or 2. Doing something I love doing. I pick #2. The bike is what I love doing the most outside the bedroom. So I do it. I think, once in a while, about the possibility of getting hurt but the fact is, I love to ride. I'm not going to allow myself to do something stupid that limits how much riding I can do. I'll admit, I've had my moments, to be sure, but overall, I ride safe. Not only do I not want to die, and have to stop riding, but I don't want to get injured and not be able to ride.
Peer pressure works on me, both for good and bad. Two weeks ago, I went riding with a new group. The proceeded to ride a remote road at over 150-ish. It wasn't beyond the Busa's ability but it was an unfamiliar road to me and it had a lot of side roads and it was in an area with a lot of retirees. A recipe for disaster. I gave them a lot of room and brought up the rear. After a while, though, I finally peeled off and went on my own with a bud.
I've been thinking about that ever since. I felt stupid and frankly, I didn't enjoy the ride.
I ride safe and will be more safe now. That doesn't mean I don't exceed the speed limits from time to time but I don't ride crazy in heavy traffic, ever. I don't speed at night. I stay within my abilities on familiar canyon roads and well below my ability on new roads. I wear full gear ALL the time. No exceptions or I don't ride. Period. I get called a Power Ranger from time to time and I find it a compliment. I let my hair got haywire at work because it's an advertisement that I'm wearing a helmet every time I get on that bike.
After that track day in September, I have a better dimension for my riding in the future. I no longer have a need to ride balls to the walls on public roads. Well, maybe one ball now! :;-):
I'm in the position of not having to worry about kids and of having a wife who feels as I do. She knows that if I die on the bike, it will be a sad day but a day worth celebrating in the sense that I went out totally happy.
There have been way too many deaths and other accidents in the last couple of years. I hope this trend reverses itself but I also think that more bikers is going to mean more incidents.
Stay cool and keep your brains turned on. We're an older group of riders and we don't have testosterone poisoning any more for the most part. We can be survivors.
--Wag--