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Originally Posted by deacon  I defy any man to ride a fragile motor bike at twenty plus miles per hour on a beat up piece of asphalt, with cars whizzing by, and think of his miserable job. Your wife's weight problem or your kids grades, just can't enter into your mind. It's all about your physical sense of being in control and fighting to keep from becoming a statistic........A true psycho could never manage to get the darn thing running without blowing a gasket. So take heart you just proved to yourself that you aren't really sick after all.
I leave you with this final thought, You don't need a shrink, if you have a motor bike. |
Man that's cool. Even when I'm working on the thing (which is a LOT lately)...the 15 more years of working my assets off, teenage daughters out of control, lousy neighbors, weight of the world etc are not even in the shop! And so far the few nice rides I've done, I felt as light as feather, eyes of an eagle and alertness of Chancho my faithful watchdog. No worries mate!