Dear... Journal. The motorcycles are gone, the scooters are on the way out

It's been several years since I wrote anything here.  If you're reading this, think of it as a new beginning.  A fresh start.

Was there some sort of accident which led me to quit riding?  No.

Was there a scare?  No.   I choose to live my life a little differently than I had up until somewhat recently.

Did something replace riding?  A different hobby?  Yes.  I'm retracing my steps to the first two wheels of a kid's freedom; the bicycle.

Sometimes there are convergences in a person's life which form what we call crossroads.  Instances which make us reevaluate our trajectories in life.  None of that happened.  It was very much like when I quit smoking.  One day I finished a cigarette in my garage and thought, ok, I'm done.  And that was it.  Cravings never overwhelmed me and the smell of a burning cigarette doesn't bother me one way or the other.  You can smoke around me and I won't want one or feel nauseous smelling it.  And being a practicing sax player longer than I was a smoker also meant I never experienced that deeper breathing people talk about after having been away from inhaling smoke for a while.

Riding bicycles is fun.  That's it really.  There will be health benefits in the longer run.  They aren't the reason I ride.  They'll likely be the reason I'll ride further in the future.  But I'm not interested in competition whether in distance or equipment.  In fact the old mid eighties Trek suits me just fine.

So if the guy on the old red Trek inadvertently forgets what he's riding and gives you the biker wave, it's probably just me.

Safe travels,
Harv