Midlife crisis or a promise fulfilled?

I’ve recently acquired a motorcycle. Yes, I know what you’re thinking…”it’s a midlife crisis” or “trying to recapture his long-lost youth” yada yada. But to be fair, this is nothing new – I’ve been riding motorcycles since I was 5 years old – literally! I rode for the very first time on a friend’s parents farm – and they have a little PW 50 for the kids. Fell first time out, but luckily it was very sandy, so no harm done – but I was hooked for life. Had a 50cc bike in high school and after that went through a progression of faster and bigger bikes until I got married – at that point, by mutual consent, I stopped commuting on my motorcycles simply because motorcycles are more dangerous than cars. Then the kids came along and still no riding on public roads although I dabbled with the offroad side of biking. The deal with the other half always was once the kids are old enough to transport themselves i.e. when they no longer needed “Dad’s Taxi”, I would resume commuting on a bike. And that day happily came about a month ago – and I am now a proud owner of a Harley Davidson Iron 883 – I’ve decided on the slow and sedate cruiser rather than the 250 km/h+ superbikes – I’ve had a couple of those, and I love speed way to much to be responsible on one of those monsters! But I am a biker again – and loving every moment of it – like I did when I entered the self-imposed riding ban. The bikers are still a great bunch of people – a friendly, non-judgmental, generous bunch of people bound together by one simple fact – riding a bike beats riding a car every time!