Post by BluesRider on May 12, 2016 2:16:05 GMT -5
Well,I guess it's finally done and dusted. I want to say thanks to all you guys who jumped over here from the other forums,and made this a pretty fun place to (virtually) hang out. I had a blast being the non-moderator of this forum for a few years.
I figure that,probably,nobody is ever going to read this post,but I feel like maybe I owe you guys an explanation as to why I disappeared. After all,you guys are my friends.At least,I'm pretty sure we'd be friends in real life,if we all got together.
Wouldn't that be a blast!
Anyway,my life got weird.I think I'm going to try to list the weirdness,not necessarily in order of importance.But,the first three are primary.
List:
My mother died.In the last few years of her life,I was her primary caretaker.We became closer than ever before.Her death hit me a lot harder than I ever thought it it would.
My dog died.My sweet little Sascha. Scoff if you want to.I don't care.Fuck you.
I got involved with a crazy woman.I mean that in the literal sense. It's been a battle.The mere fact that I'm able to make this post is testimony to how much better she is. I'll go into detail if anybody actually responds to this post.
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(two hours later,after thinking about how to finish this post that no one will ever read)
Actually,this next might be the major reason I quit posting:
I can't ride anymore.
Am I fucking bitter?
Damn right! I just got sick to my stomach thinking about anything motorcycle related for a few years.
Or maybe heartsick,I guess.
Y'know,I used to think,when these old fogeys would say something like "I can't ride anymore because I can't kickstart my Triton anymore",well Jesus!Get a bike with an electric starter. Or,"I Can't hold my bike up anymore because of the arthritis in my knees" Come on! Get a fucking sidehack,or a trike,or something.Just keep your head in the wind!
But I never thought my left arm would stop working.Can barely pull in the clutch anymore.Nerve damage,they say.Yep.I know.Been paining me,and affecting the agility and coordination in my left hand for about 45 years.But it's become acute in the last five or six years.Even just laying in bed,if I don't hold it just right,I get electric shock-like sensations,and painful numbness up and down my arm. Can't hold it out in front of me to grip the bars for more than a few minutes.
Dads,don't let your sons play high school football unless they have a real,legitimate,bona fide,slam dunk,signed-on-the-line,ga-ron-teeed chance to make the NFL.
That injury kept me out of the Marine Corps,which might have worked out for the best,considering I'd have enlisted right in the middle of the Viet Nam war.Nevertheless,the Corps was something I'd prepared for,and planned for my entire young life. Kept me from ever being able to play guitar the way I know I can,too,If I could just get the fingers of my left hand to move like they should. Fucked up one of my knees,too,by the way.
Dads,tell your high school age sons to join a rock band,instead of the football team.They'll get at least as much pussy.
Anyway,my Scrambler sits there,collecting dust,dead battery.....I just couldn't face writing about,or reading about,or looking at pics of bikes,so I bailed.Quit.Slunk off into a corner to lick my wounds.Which are not quite licked yet,if ever.
So..........
I have more to say,but it's late,I have to open the shop in the morning, and no one will ever see this anyway.
I'll be back.
(A Schwarzenegger)
I figure that,probably,nobody is ever going to read this post,but I feel like maybe I owe you guys an explanation as to why I disappeared. After all,you guys are my friends.At least,I'm pretty sure we'd be friends in real life,if we all got together.
Wouldn't that be a blast!
Anyway,my life got weird.I think I'm going to try to list the weirdness,not necessarily in order of importance.But,the first three are primary.
List:
My mother died.In the last few years of her life,I was her primary caretaker.We became closer than ever before.Her death hit me a lot harder than I ever thought it it would.
My dog died.My sweet little Sascha. Scoff if you want to.I don't care.Fuck you.
I got involved with a crazy woman.I mean that in the literal sense. It's been a battle.The mere fact that I'm able to make this post is testimony to how much better she is. I'll go into detail if anybody actually responds to this post.
______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________-
(two hours later,after thinking about how to finish this post that no one will ever read)
Actually,this next might be the major reason I quit posting:
I can't ride anymore.
Am I fucking bitter?
Damn right! I just got sick to my stomach thinking about anything motorcycle related for a few years.
Or maybe heartsick,I guess.
Y'know,I used to think,when these old fogeys would say something like "I can't ride anymore because I can't kickstart my Triton anymore",well Jesus!Get a bike with an electric starter. Or,"I Can't hold my bike up anymore because of the arthritis in my knees" Come on! Get a fucking sidehack,or a trike,or something.Just keep your head in the wind!
But I never thought my left arm would stop working.Can barely pull in the clutch anymore.Nerve damage,they say.Yep.I know.Been paining me,and affecting the agility and coordination in my left hand for about 45 years.But it's become acute in the last five or six years.Even just laying in bed,if I don't hold it just right,I get electric shock-like sensations,and painful numbness up and down my arm. Can't hold it out in front of me to grip the bars for more than a few minutes.
Dads,don't let your sons play high school football unless they have a real,legitimate,bona fide,slam dunk,signed-on-the-line,ga-ron-teeed chance to make the NFL.
That injury kept me out of the Marine Corps,which might have worked out for the best,considering I'd have enlisted right in the middle of the Viet Nam war.Nevertheless,the Corps was something I'd prepared for,and planned for my entire young life. Kept me from ever being able to play guitar the way I know I can,too,If I could just get the fingers of my left hand to move like they should. Fucked up one of my knees,too,by the way.
Dads,tell your high school age sons to join a rock band,instead of the football team.They'll get at least as much pussy.
Anyway,my Scrambler sits there,collecting dust,dead battery.....I just couldn't face writing about,or reading about,or looking at pics of bikes,so I bailed.Quit.Slunk off into a corner to lick my wounds.Which are not quite licked yet,if ever.
So..........
I have more to say,but it's late,I have to open the shop in the morning, and no one will ever see this anyway.
I'll be back.
(A Schwarzenegger)
