06-18-2014, 11:44 PM
In 1968 I was 18 and had been riding for 3 years. I had moved up from a 50cc Aermacchi and was riding a 67 Honda CL 77 (305 Scrambler). I rode nearly every day. My father rode (Harley dresser), my older brother rode (Honda 450), my older sister and her husband rode (Honda 160) and my younger brother rode (Honda 150).
One day a lady in a green 54 Buick made a left turn in front of me and I center punched her front passenger door and launched over the top of her car landing on the other side. I was wearing a Buco open face helmet, and high point goggles. I was knocked unconscious and laid there like that for 45 minutes I was told. I had a broken nose, broke 7 teeth, my right hand and wrist were broken and my right big toe was broken. Had some gravel imbedded in my lips and gums.
While recovering at my parents house, one day my mom asked me what kind of bike I was going to replace my 305 with? I told mom that I was thinking about quitting riding. The wreck hurt and I didn't want to be hurt like that again. My mom said that if I quit I would regret it the rest of my life. That I loved riding and that I would miss it so much. She told me to think about it, which I did.. a lot.
She was right. I did love riding and I couldn't give it up. I replaced the 305 with a new 69 CB 350. There have been a lot of motorcycles, and I have travelled all over the US, some of Canada and 5 countries in Europe by motorcycle since then, and had I given it up, I would have missed all of those adventures almost all of which I shared with my wife who loves riding nearly as much as I do. If I had quit riding I would never have been able to share that with my son who loves to ride as well. One of the best decisions I ever made was to continue riding.
So...have you ever considered giving up riding?
One day a lady in a green 54 Buick made a left turn in front of me and I center punched her front passenger door and launched over the top of her car landing on the other side. I was wearing a Buco open face helmet, and high point goggles. I was knocked unconscious and laid there like that for 45 minutes I was told. I had a broken nose, broke 7 teeth, my right hand and wrist were broken and my right big toe was broken. Had some gravel imbedded in my lips and gums.
While recovering at my parents house, one day my mom asked me what kind of bike I was going to replace my 305 with? I told mom that I was thinking about quitting riding. The wreck hurt and I didn't want to be hurt like that again. My mom said that if I quit I would regret it the rest of my life. That I loved riding and that I would miss it so much. She told me to think about it, which I did.. a lot.
She was right. I did love riding and I couldn't give it up. I replaced the 305 with a new 69 CB 350. There have been a lot of motorcycles, and I have travelled all over the US, some of Canada and 5 countries in Europe by motorcycle since then, and had I given it up, I would have missed all of those adventures almost all of which I shared with my wife who loves riding nearly as much as I do. If I had quit riding I would never have been able to share that with my son who loves to ride as well. One of the best decisions I ever made was to continue riding.
So...have you ever considered giving up riding?
