Yet another reminder of how fate's finger can be so fickle.
As a motorcyclist, news like the above serves to remind me of the choices that I make in life, of do I dare or not, or should I dare at all. I'm reminded of the time when I answered this question – How much is the thrill of riding worth?
Motorcycling – sport riding – IS dangerous, there is no glossing that. Its thrill is inherently rooted in that fact. Even I can't defend the lunacy of it to those that don't participate, and I swear that to this day, when I'm trackside watching my friends out on the track, I STILL shake my head at how crazy we all must be to be doing this. So I'm not here to perpetuate the thrill of riding.
Instead, I will briefly share this:
Before the age of 29 my brother had my two wonderful nephews. At the age of 29, he suffered brain aneurysm during his lunch break at work. He's since been virtually a quadriplegic. Unfortunately, that's what his fate had in store for him. Knowing my brother, if there was any way he could've known what was going to happen to him, believe me, he would have a lot to say about it before it happened. So since then, I've made it a point to live my life doing anything but tip-toeing through it. I owe it to my brother to not be afraid of the consequences when sometimes the consequences can be unfairly dire relative to our choices. His fate caught him off-guard at one of his most innocuous moments.
So I've since made a choice that my fate is not going to find me sitting around waiting for it, playing it safe. It's going to have to chase me down, or meet me head on. That's what my brother would've done too, in hindsight.
Sport riding is my passion. It's unfortunate that I had to be passionate about something so dangerous, but this isn't about motorcycling – it's about my passion. A passion so genuine and encompassing that none of my established loved ones would even dare talk me out of it. They know how much it is a part of me, and how it's made me become the person they continue to love. They may not appreciate motorcycling, but they appreciate my passion. That said, I would never talk anyone into riding a motorcycle, but I will damn well do my best to instill the value of having passion in their lives, and living with it in every waking moment they can, for that is all that we can do.
I am not trying to make a show of bravado or machismo, that we should all go down in a blaze of glory. Instead, what I'm trying to say is though we should always be vigilant, we shouldn't let that stop us from daring. We SHOULD dare – even if with care – for fate has too fickle of a finger for us to ever know how this may all end. So we should live life as full as we can, in case fate decides at a moment's notice to tell you, "You've had enough."
Then we can smile back at fate and say, "You don't even know the half of it."