tangoalpha
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I think most of us here could say that our families aren’t thrilled that we ride, but at the same time recognize that we are much happier and well adjusted people for it. Mototherapy….as I like to call it. It demands our full attention to be alert at all times and ride defensively. When I ride…I’m not thinking about politics, work or family life. I think that’s one of the many things that I love about riding. There’s no room for anything else, than to be present in the moment and enjoy the sheer joy of riding.I gave up riding in 1965 but in 1971 was once again receptive to the idea when my uncle in England nixed our idea of hitching hiking for our three month honeymoon exploring the UK, France and Spain (too many young hitch hikers found dead in the ditches). We bought two massive 49cc Honda mopeds wit a top speed of 35 mph in Scotland.These machines allowed us to go to the out of the way places on back roads, including over the Alps and the Pyrenees.
While in France we encountered BMWs being ridden by the police. That sparked my interest in the brand. Fast forward to 2004, my first year of retirement and I came home and mentioned that I had sat on a used BMW somewhere out in the countryside. My wife told me to go and by one as longevity runs in my family and my last words would be, “ I never got a BMW”.
When the first bike was to disappear in 2009 for down time work at a dealership, my wife sent me out to find a second one so there’d always be one to ride in case of another breakdown.
My four kids however are always telling to stop riding.![]()