Sunday afternoon, after a wonderful morning of riding around North Texas with my friends, I apparently made a mistake and fell off my bike. I don’t recall the accident itself. Luckily my gear mostly saved me. I have small scrapes on both knees, one on my left elbow (the one previously broken). I also hit my head hard enough to cause a concussion – which is why I don’t really remember Sunday too well.
My poor wife has been at my side the whole time, only going home when they boot her out. Both of my girls are taking it well enough, but they are ready for me to get home. My parents are not in the smallest bit pleased with me. Apparently mommy dearest dropped a few F bombs.
I’m done riding on the street, that is certain. I’m going to be getting rid of both bikes. Not out of animosity or anything, just practical calculations.
To be clear I still love motorcycles. They occupy a large part of me. But the risks involved need to be better managed. So street riding is out. No arguments. I don’t want to ever put my family through this bowl of suck again. We don’t need to talk about other stuff for now.
For the next two year I’m going to use my addictive/obsessive personality to go after technology, business and marketing. I’ll have fun doing that for while and pay off everything I owe.
Anyway, it has been a good ride but I’m done with riding on the street.