For all of us with two wheels also

I'll bet that caused quite the scene.
I never owned a street bike until I was 32 but rode mini bikes and dirt bikes as a kid. My family was not very motorcycle friendly.
My daughter started riding behind me at 5 and got her endorsement at 17.

I could only imagine what was going through her Parents heads at the time.
About a year after he passed in '84, Mom and I were going through his MC trunk and found B&W pics of why he didn't want to talk about his time at war. Some of it was like crime scene photos. It made her cry thinking about what he had gone through.

We also looked at pics he had of the happier times they had too. Some were of Japanese Temples and other historical sites.
And pics of them climbing to Station 6 on Mount Fuji and one climbing stick with the stamps and flags to show for it.

She also showed me a very old and ornate box with his 2 Purple Hearts and pics of him on a hospital bed all bandaged up.

It was sobering to see their lives during that time.


Gotta sign off, too hard to type through tears.
 
A bit of bicycle touring/camping last weekend with like minded idjits.
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Eli, on occasion. Owen and the two granddaughters, any chance they can get. The girls will be here at the end of the month and the oldest, 15, will spend a little time on the pilot seat.
 
Sometimes I miss riding. I have owned a dozen Harleys over the years. Unfortunately riding introduced me to 1%ers, then I became one. It was a harsh horrible life. I never had the opportunity to just have fun. I was made into an officer a couple weeks after patching, then it was like a full time job. I didn't have time to be a husband and father.. it cost me everything.
 
Sometimes I miss riding. I have owned a dozen Harleys over the years. Unfortunately riding introduced me to 1%ers, then I became one. It was a harsh horrible life. I never had the opportunity to just have fun. I was made into an officer a couple weeks after patching, then it was like a full time job. I didn't have time to be a husband and father.. it cost me everything.

Recently two of my former brothers were murdered while riding to a funeral. One was my sponsor, the other I sponsored. I'm glad that life is behind me, but it sucks that it is still see it ruining families
 
Recently two of my former brothers were murdered while riding to a funeral. One was my sponsor, the other I sponsored. I'm glad that life is behind me, but it sucks that it is still see it ruining families

Sorry to hear that.

Had a good friend who was a 1%. Lost touch with him a while ago.
 
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Wow. Were you hurt?

Beautiful bike. A shame.

When I realized the guy was running the light my only option was full throttle, I knew I wasn't going to make the turn but I was trying to not get killed by a head on collision at about 60mph. That decision saved my right leg as the last thing I saw was the passenger side headlight hit right under my seat, just missing my leg.
The bike got knocked underneath me and continued on embedded in the front of the car. I continued my path spinning through the air.
Another half rotation and I would have landed feet first, but I wasn't that lucky, and my head and right shoulder hit the street at the same time.
Even with all of that happening, the moment my head slammed into the concrete, I had a vivid slow motion moment of clarity and thought how grateful I was for wearing a full face helmet.
I slide across the 3 oncoming lanes on my face and I remember well seeing the road go by through my visor..
Once i stopped sliding, immediately I was like" get the fuck out of the road'.

I crawled onto the little concrete island that separated the uturn lane from the main lanes. And was able somehow to get my helmet off while trying to sit up enough to lean against the light pole. I passed out a few times from there.
I broke my left wrist and my Omega Planet Ocean!! Left leg above the knee and left ankle. Destroyed me left shoulder.
I had to have a couple surgeries. But healed up ok. My wrist and leg were broken in the impact. My shoulder was wrecked from hitting the ground.
 
Sorry about your crash.
The ’Slow Motion Clarity’ has stuck with me since I got rear ended on a bicycle by Lancer going 45mph. I remember thinking “Am I ever going to hit the ground?” Then I did. Again and again.
It’s odd what sticks out.