I think my time with motorcycles may be coming to an end…
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I think my time with motorcycles may be coming to an end, and I’m having a hard time coming to grips with it.
I haven’t ridden my bike in over 5 years.
At first it was temporary. We moved, had our second kid, life got hectic. I put it away for the winter thinking “next season.” the first years passed taking myself as the babies got older I'd have time. Then my wife got sick a few years ago. She’s mostly recovered, but was left physically handicapped, and between work, kids, and helping carry the extra load at home, the years just disappeared without me noticing.
Every spring I tell myself “This is the year.” Drain the fluids. Fix whatever sitting for 5+ years probably damaged. Get it running again.
Part of me still wants that. I wanted to share motorcycles with my son someday. He’s 7 now.
But the reality is, even if I get it running, I’d probably ride once or twice all summer. And honestly, with my wife’s condition, getting hurt on a motorcycle feels selfish in a way it never used to.
There’s also the practical side. I don’t have parking onsite anymore. The bike is stored 15 minutes away. I never even took insurance off because this was never supposed to be permanent. It’s not financially crushing me, but enough time has passed that I’m starting to feel dumb keeping it.
And yet I can’t seem to let go of it.
I think maybe I’m not mourning the motorcycle as much as I’m mourning that part of myself. The freedom, the identity, the idea that someday I’d share it with my kids.
Part of me says: sell it, let someone else enjoy it, and if life changes someday you can always buy another.
But man, that’s a hard thing to accept.
I think my mind is just wandering through tonight's insomnia and it's arrived back at this topic, so thought I'd post. Would genuinely appreciate hearing from others who’ve gone through something similar.
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I haven’t ridden my bike in over 5 years.
At first it was temporary. We moved, had our second kid, life got hectic. I put it away for the winter thinking “next season.” the first years passed taking myself as the babies got older I'd have time. Then my wife got sick a few years ago. She’s mostly recovered, but was left physically handicapped, and between work, kids, and helping carry the extra load at home, the years just disappeared without me noticing.
Every spring I tell myself “This is the year.” Drain the fluids. Fix whatever sitting for 5+ years probably damaged. Get it running again.
Part of me still wants that. I wanted to share motorcycles with my son someday. He’s 7 now.
But the reality is, even if I get it running, I’d probably ride once or twice all summer. And honestly, with my wife’s condition, getting hurt on a motorcycle feels selfish in a way it never used to.
There’s also the practical side. I don’t have parking onsite anymore. The bike is stored 15 minutes away. I never even took insurance off because this was never supposed to be permanent. It’s not financially crushing me, but enough time has passed that I’m starting to feel dumb keeping it.
And yet I can’t seem to let go of it.
I think maybe I’m not mourning the motorcycle as much as I’m mourning that part of myself. The freedom, the identity, the idea that someday I’d share it with my kids.
Part of me says: sell it, let someone else enjoy it, and if life changes someday you can always buy another.
But man, that’s a hard thing to accept.
I think my mind is just wandering through tonight's insomnia and it's arrived back at this topic, so thought I'd post. Would genuinely appreciate hearing from others who’ve gone through something similar.
#activity
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