UGH, I'm not as crazy as I'm scared of what can happen just playing it safe as I can.
I learned to ride wheelie and stop short by snow skier like two wheeled side slide when just on 1st timid test ride on 1st m/c P!!, in un armored school clothes when coil dried out after 20 min to shoot me like a missile into front of a line of homes.
I gave up m/c in big city for ~30 yrs seeing how I could not defend myself from the hazards thrown up or down at me just going to school with books in back pack.
I moved to rural Ozarks hunting a lawnmower to find a Combat instead, thinking nil traffic peaceful area I'd stand a change to just enjoy like every one else,
BUT NO.
THE Gravel crashed me on first ride and 6 more frist few days. I asked the local bikers about how they got to pavement in one piece, every bad ass leather and beard tatoo'd biker all just lowered eyes to ground and sorta rubbed boot toe around - then admited they don't or just trailed to pavement, ugh.
I cried inside to either figure out how to stunt ride or give it up.
People around me, friends and family dying, me aging puts me in strange place to get away with as much as I can. Riding was my best chance to enjoy normal thrills while still able and alive. I feel so fine on a Commando compared to any other state including hi on drugs or sex or profession success. So didn't want to miss a day rain or shine or snow or sleet. Play in pasture was hard to force myself to try but realized best chance to learn handling when otherwise out of control with a softer landing than normal : (
I did a few snow angels but slow enough no real damage/injury and now know what is takes to ride a blow out on either end or save over done turns.
Then the Gov't changed the hunting policy out here and deer increased to a daily multi close call routine with a couple of deadly impacts last 5 yrs. Now I am in limbo again - am I crazy to ride as wild as it takes to save crashing or more crazy to live in such fear I can't take it no more?? I envy those who don't have to seriously ask soul each time, Is This A Great Enough Day To Die?
ugh the light patch on helmet is missing gel coat on another Gravel lesion.
Deer pelvis destroyed its hinges and neck vertebrae, now on 3rd, maybe last helmet?
Safe Journey's
Steven hobot Shiver