Yep I'm back! My return to the two wheel world is long over due. Picking a bike to do it on was the easy part. I couldn't resist the V4 sound that pleasured my ears for miles and miles at the end of the 90's. It was the first bike that I kept for 3 years in a row in my 20 years of riding. The sudden demise of my 90 VFR in a full frontal collision with a deer stopped my riding career abruptly as well…. One year later, once I was “all better” I bought a Kawasaki Concours for my re-entry to motorcycling. Somewhat hesitant about the whole thing I tried it anyway. My family status had changed during hiatus and with a child on the way made me think a lot about my decision. With 300 km’s more on the odometer, I parked the bike and 3 weeks later I would sell it. Not ready. 4x4 Off-roading replaced my bike addiction. I built, modified, beat and sold them. I guess the addiction got out of control because I work at 4x4 shop now doing sales. Nothing like a crack addict working at the crack store….lol. About a month or so I guess I had real craving for my first addiction. My best friend works for Honda Canada and I use her as a sounding board when I’m bewildered. I asked her to give me reasons NOT to get a bike. Despite her best efforts to steer me clear, she didn’t really make a convincing argument. Then about two weeks ago I was admitted to the hospital for an acute pancreatic attack due to gallbladder malfunction…blablabla. Confined to my hospital room with lots of time to surf the web, (thx bro for the laptop!) I started thinking about what would make really happy. One thing that came to mind was FOOD!!!!!!!!!! If it’s in a bag and going in my veins it’s NOT FOOD! The second was my craving for a bike. I miss that first ride of the year when I used to take the 87 towards Albany and look to my left and see the Green Mountains of Vermont. I miss that twisty road between Wilmington and Lake Placid NY. I even miss the smell of the road after it rains on a hot summer day. My travels across Canada and the USA are forever impregnated in my minds, as well as the great people I spent my time with on my lone voyages. Sure there were some bad times I’d rather not remember (that corner on the Blue Ridge parkway…) but like the saying goes, “even a bad day on a bike is better than a good day in a cage”. So last week armed with my wife’s blessing and her convinced I need a bike “for therapy” (or maybe I misunderstood that part…) I set out to buy a bike. Being on a budget I was aiming for an older but clean VFR. Well I ended up with a nice 96 Silver VFR. Not my favorite color but it’s impeccable and still looks sharp. So I guess we’ll all see if I break the 300 km barrier and see if it “feels” right this time. So as you can see by now I’m long winded but thanks for bearing with me if you made it to this paragraph. I hope I have a chance to meet some or all of you one day somewhere close or far!! In closing, just remember. For every mile on the road of life there are 2 miles of ditches. Stay alert and in the middle, ride safe and be happy… Sincerely DannyL
Thanks for the read ... you're an inspiration. All the luck and best wishes ... keep the rubber side down and remember you don't always have to speed to lean.
