LESSONS LEARNED -
I believe we never can really appreciate just how many good folks are part of our lives until life throws us for a high-side and so many of them step forward and stand ready. I had no understanding of how those around us can provide a moderating element into harsh circumstances by just knowing they are there and they care. Folks, this is another of those instances when words seem wholly inadequate for expressing thanks and gratitude. But, that's what we have to work with. Just please understand that you people filled a huge roll in my ability to persevere through this. There are still some dark nights but rays are piercing through the clouds and it's becoming less of an emotional roller-coaster, now.
I went out to the moto shop the other night for the first time in a while. Just sat there alone in the quiet admiring my three old beat-up machines. The '07 KLR, the 530 and the 300. After a time it occurred to me that what I was feeling then wasn't at all about the motorcycles but rather memories of all the many folks who've shared a trail or bushwacked the backwoods or helped me waste perfectly good gas, rings and rubber on pavement while piloting one of them through the years. Yep, another of those myriad feelings that we as motorcyclist share among us. Some things simply defy verbal expression and within certain groups - requires none. Y'all know what I'm saying. See you out on the trails.