Why ride again

I did a lot of research. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to ride again. I had ridden before , but wasn't done with it when the responsibilities of parenting kicked in. I was involved in corporate America and placed some of my dreams on hold for the benefit of the "company". I married twice, moved seven times, owned four houses, had two children of my own, two step-daughters, and spent over five years in Holiday Inns during the course of my 33 year career in sales. I traded a lot of myself along the way, thinking, that was what I had to do in order to move up the ladder. What I found out is that the ladder stopped at 55 years old, because I was no longer "current". At the end I was hiring Master Degreed people to work for me, a high school graduate. Heck, I couldn't have hired myself to work for me, I just wasn't qualified.

I thank them now. I have a chance to do some things for myself now, and what I want to do is ride again. My first bike was a Honda CT90 which was new in 1965. I forget what I paid for it, but my brand new Volkswagen beetle cost me $1640 OTD. I loved that yellow bike and enjoyed swapping out the chain sections and sprocket so that I could ride it in the woods. Back then I belonged to a hunting club that owned about 250 acres of mountain in New York State. The land was surrounded by forest. The bike was light, I was strong, we went everywhere...everywhere. One memorable trip was across the ridge line of a good sized mountain. There were no trails, just the ridgeline, the mountain and a compass. I managed to ride, carry and push that bike through the forest and out to a state highway that was where it was supposed to be about fifteen miles away.

I lost track of that bike after my older brother bought it from me and I started my corporate moves.