120 miles later......

[AJ_rider]

I just wish I had started riding sooner. Good Times!

Same here and I'm only 24. Been riding for just about 2 years now, I know not very long, but I dont see myself stopping ever.

:Sport:

 

[Rob2222]

...is it just because its a new thing to me or will it always be like this? i truly hope its the latter. :thumbup:

Well, I have bad news. This is just the beginning. It will become much more bad. I'm riding since 14 years now and last year I had a crash with a deer with 100km/h. Thank god I just had "little" wounds for that speed but my bike was totaled. At this point I recognized how much passion the riding gave me. I really was depressed. Mostly due the fact that my bike was gone. As I got the insurance 2 weeks later I already was in contact with a FZ6 seller that wanted to sell a used FZ6. My wounds wasn't fully healed out yet but I was diving a new bike home. I couldn't walk perfect yet, but ride. And I even got my old bike in good hands cause it was "just" financially totaled. A guy from my old bike's forum purchased my old bike and makes a track bike out of it. :cheer::cheer: So even the "life" of my old and loved bike (a TRX850) wasnt over. And maybe I'm crazy but it was important to me. And after 10 years TRX I wanted to try something new.
At the moment I look at the weather forecast every day to see if we have dry streets or if the temperature is over the freezing point that I can use the bike for the daily ways.

I just can say: Stop riding, as long as you able, too. It is a addiction!

I really like this description of bikers:

Still, there is a group of people who ride bikes who truly are a breed apart. They appreciate both the engineering and the artistry in the
machines they ride. Their bikes become part of who they are and how they define themselves to themselves alone. They don't care what other people think. They don't care if anyone knows how much they paid for their bike or how fast it goes. The bike means something to them that nothing else does. They ride for themselves and not for anyone else. They don't care whether anyone knows they have a bike. They may not be able to find words to describe what it means to ride, but they still know. They may not be able to describe what it means to feel the smooth acceleration and the strength beneath them, but they understand.

These are the riders who park their bikes, begin to walk away and then stop. They turn and look back. They see something when they look at their bikes that you might not. Something more complex, something that is almost secret, sensed rather than known. They see their passion. They see a part of themselves. These are the riders who understand why they wave to other motorcyclists.

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I think for the time, nothing gets me to stop riding.
Well, when I have family and children, I am sure I will think about this point again. But until then ... enjoy the passion.

BR
Robert