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Reflecting. 1/3/2006

I woke up early this morning, and went out onto the balcony for my usual roll-up. I stood there, looking at the sunrise, reflecting on the year that went past. All too quickly. My life has become routine of late. Work, home, work, home, work, home. With nothing to break the monotony.

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Watching the sun come up reminded me that it’s a new year ahead. And it was entirely up to me as to what I am going to do with this year. I remember a conversation with Smiffy in 2004, where Franco passed away, and a group of us went to bring him back home. Over coffee and conversation, I told Smiffy that I never wanted to carry more than one coffin a year. So far that has held true. Unfortunately, the coffin I carried in 2005 was Smiffy’s.

I need to get more riding time in, a hobby I’ve been seriously neglecting. My riding skills are rusty in the extreme. My situational awareness has dimished. These days, I tend to ride as if I’m in a daze, like when driving a car. My brain wanders, and random thoughts about my work and personal life grab my attention away from the road. I don’t know if I have lost the passion. Earlier this year, I spoke to 2 friends, who started off on-line, and made the transition to being real life mates. I told them that I was seriously thinking of giving up motorcycles as a hobby. They didn’t attempt to force my decision either way, knowing, perhaps wisely, that this would be something I would have to work out for myself.

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1. TheMyth - 1/3/2006

fight to keep the passion..
for one is lost without purpose..

2. The Snark - 1/5/2006

Thank you for those words Myth. I know exactly what they mean.