After riding for 42 years I really miss my bikes. A neighbor of mine has a gorgeous 2003 Harley Dyna Super Glide Anniversary model. It's jet black, very minimal, with distinctive "anniversary" medalions. He keeps it immaculate.

He has removed everything unneeded (kept everything of course, that can be put back on to preserve the anniversary value) to make it minimal and clean. He's replaced the bars with drag bars with all cables inside, added beautiful drag pipes. He's also replaced a good bit of engine parts with chrome. When he fired it up it brought back many memories, sweet music.

We talked bikes for an hour or so, and he repeatedly asked me to take it and ride it. And it was tempting. It's been several years since I've ridden. I can take a few steps without the wheelchair, with a cane (and holding on to something). I'm sure I could ride, but would be concerned with stopping and balancing. It was oh so tempting. But I refused.

Nobody but nobody rode my bikes, I just wasn't into switching. Other than maintenance people I don't remember anyone ever riding my bikes. And I was never comfortable riding other peoples bikes. A bike is a very personal thing. And now that I have the physical disabilities, it just wouldn't be wise. Just before I left he asked again . . . . "C'mon man, just take it around the block a few times" . . . . but I didn't.

But it was tempting.

Cherish your health, and get out there and "put it in the wind" every chance you get. There might come a time when you can't.

Tuck