JRW69
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I've thought about this a long time, almost posted this a few times then for some reason decided not to. Well, I'm going to see what others think or have done.
How do you bridge the gap with loved ones between you (and only you) and all the others that don't ride? By the gap, I mean for them to just understand the passion for it. I've noticed a few here that seem to be in the same situation as me where their dear other has a one bike rule, unless I'm incorrect on that. While there are others who I don't think their partners ride at all but have multiple bikes. But it's not really about how many than more so about the motorcycle itself. I never get to discuss what I experienced during a ride. Except with my oldest son, but he is experiencing the same thing and will be gone by the end of the summer which isolates me even more.
I think I finally hit it with my dad since he questioned me riding a motorcycle a lot. He never put it down, but was always the grumble, grumble "not very safe" we have all heard. Growing up he had his private pilot's license. So I told him to remember the feeling he felt when he pulled it out of the hangar, did the preflight in anticipation of the flight, and the feeling as soon as the wheels left the ground. I saw it in his expression that he finally knew what I was talking about. But I have a lot of others that have no interest in even hearing about anything motorcycle related. Hope this makes since, sorry to ramble on about it.
How do you bridge the gap with loved ones between you (and only you) and all the others that don't ride? By the gap, I mean for them to just understand the passion for it. I've noticed a few here that seem to be in the same situation as me where their dear other has a one bike rule, unless I'm incorrect on that. While there are others who I don't think their partners ride at all but have multiple bikes. But it's not really about how many than more so about the motorcycle itself. I never get to discuss what I experienced during a ride. Except with my oldest son, but he is experiencing the same thing and will be gone by the end of the summer which isolates me even more.
I think I finally hit it with my dad since he questioned me riding a motorcycle a lot. He never put it down, but was always the grumble, grumble "not very safe" we have all heard. Growing up he had his private pilot's license. So I told him to remember the feeling he felt when he pulled it out of the hangar, did the preflight in anticipation of the flight, and the feeling as soon as the wheels left the ground. I saw it in his expression that he finally knew what I was talking about. But I have a lot of others that have no interest in even hearing about anything motorcycle related. Hope this makes since, sorry to ramble on about it.