|Why add undo stress?|
I thought about this a bit last night as I slogged through traffic in the dark, on the very same roads that I actually used to enjoy riding last year at this time. Of course, back then it was 1 or 2 in the morning; traffic was light or non existent and I was more concerned about a rogue deer more than anything. Now I'm coming home at 6:30 or 7 PM and although the traffic is not stop and go, it is heavier than I would like. I have to think about passing someone safely, about keeping in the headlights of one car (to stay as visible as possible to as many people I can) yet out of the blindspot of another. I'm worried if that car coming up behind me is looking at his phone or fiddling about with the radio and not paying attention, I'm just adding stress to an already stressful situation.
Working a stressful, but lucrative job doesn't help.
Last Sunday I had no stress, no destination. I was riding to ride. To be free and I know my fellow bikers will understand what I mean. I'm beginning to understand why some bikers only take their rides out on the weekends.
|An old photo but one of my favorites|
I do love riding though and have found motorcycling to be a unique "in" when working with clients. I've spent hours talking to a company located in Sturgis, South Dakota about the insanity that is Sturgis. And how after the rally it's just a dull, quiet little town. It's given my company and theirs a connection we would not otherwise have, and a nice bonus check for me when they signed up for our services.
I've found that I'm happiest when I'm with a group riding to a destination I don't know or may have never otherwise been. As I look back I've found I'm been happy when I'm alone, taking a road going somewhere....anywhere really. Maybe that's the secret for getting back on the bike and riding more.
Don't have a plan.
It's supposedly going to rain this weekend and even though I've ridden in the rain, ever since my accident I've been weary of "less than ideal" riding conditions. I used to enjoy that too, and I hate being wet. I liked the challenge of it. The cool air, the fresh smell...I supposed that will come in time too.
For now...I'll try to put the stress aside. Susan's condition is improving, my job (while stressful) is secure and the company really came to my aid in October when all this shit started with Susan's health. We're going to beat it.
She encourages me to ride, to get out and see the world. How can you not love a woman who thinks of her long time boyfriend first?