About not riding anymore.
So this is something that has been heavy on my heart and mind for the last 3 weeks. I wanted to explain my rationale to you folks, because there has been some discussion on the topic.
Don't kid yourself, I still love motorcycles to the core. I grieved my destroyed FZ-09...and still do. I've said before that I thought the FZ was the perfect bike at any price. I love 2 wheels, always will, and it will always be my passion...likely ill still be active on this board for years to come. If it were up to me, I would get back riding again after I recovered....no brainer. I would probably take some extra precaution when riding in the city....but otherwise I would want things back just like they were.
However it's not just up to me. My wife and family are involved. By family, I mean my mom (my dad passed away ~5 yrs ago), sister, and everyone else who has come to see me, take care of me and supported my wife and I during this terrible time.
My wife never wanted me to get the bike....ya know, she was scared of it....she was scared I would get hurt on it. She was influenced by the multitude of people who told her motorcycles were death traps. But of course I was (and still am) my own man. I would not let her fears prevent me from enjoying my important passions. So when I bought the bike, I did not ask for permission...I just told her what was happening. My mom and sister also didn't like the bike for the same reasons...even though my dad rode all of his life, just as I had.
So I got it in November, and after the winter and spring went by with no problems, it just wasn't a big deal. Everyone knew how much I loved the bike, I certainly talked about it enough...and it was just the thing....Luke and his bike....for better or worse. No arguments, my wife Ashley got used to it, and didn't worry when I went for rides. She knew I was in control of the machine.
And then I have this accident. My poor wife had to wait at the hospital for 2 hrs, no knowing if I would live or die. I almost did die, my life was saved by the trauma doctors. This has turned everyone's life who is close to me completely upside down. And I lived...and I healed fast and that is great.
No one....NO ONE ever pointed a finger at me and said "I told you so". These amazing people in my life just stayed with me and gave me comfort and love while laid in the hospital bed. I think everybody understands also that this was probably not even my fault, etc etc.
But when I think about whether I'd get back on the horse or not, and I see how much my wife and family have cried for me, and I see what I've put them through....which is still on-going...how can I in good conscience say..."oh yeah, I'll be getting another bike ASAP". I can't. Although I love motorcycles deeply, I love my wife and family more...and I know I have to give up 2 wheels for their sake....out of respect. No one is even specifically asking me to, it's a decision I have to make for myself....and I am deciding that I do not want to risk putting the people I love through this misery again.
Of course there is the whole logic side...you could get hit by a car walking your dog, etc. but there is more than just logic at play here...I have to give up bikes, and that sucks because I love it...but it's what I need to do. I guess I need to find a new hobby. I'm thinking about getting back into working out...doing something productive.