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From: Brad Davis
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Date: Friday, June 30, 2000 12:02 PM
Subject: [DSN_klr650] A Serious Question
>I am finding myself in a strange emotional state.
>Please pardon my rambling while I explain my feelings.
>I hope some of you will tell me if my feelings are
>normal or not.
They are quite normal, or course. The consequences of things going wrong
on a motorcycle are very serious indeed and are worthy of reflection.
In my case, I didnt take up riding untill my late 20s. My father was an
old-time rider with a bunch of miles on old BSA B33s, Sportsters and the
like. He also managed to wreck his knee one time in an offroad accident
(easy when your dirt bike is a Sportster with knobbies

I am basicaly a
risk-averse person by nature and my career and other lifestyle choices have
reflected that for the most part. I like government paychecks and the idea
of a government pention and thus have no future in Silly.Con Valley or on
Wall Street. I dont do a lot of things that are dangerous and am something
of a homebody, realy. Dad sold his Sportster when I was about six and
motorcycling was always a past-tense thing in my household. I realy didnt
have very much interest in assuming the additional risk. Not my style,
realy.
Then, something a bit suprising happened: my Dad retired and got back
into bikes in a big way, as both a restorer and a rider. It started with a
couple of clunkers: a '77 Suzi GS750 that a friend had stuck in a shed, then
a couple of small, neglected Thumpers. Finaly, he pulled a BMW R100/7 out of
a horse parture in North Carolina and resurected it. Its his baby and I dont
know how many rear tires he's worn out on the thing. As he moved up through
his projects, the older ones would sit idle. My interest rose and I took the
licencing test and began riding his hand-me-downs, the prime one being a
Yamaha SR250 (a fine engine in search of a motorcycle to carry it

.
Finaly,the bug bit in earnest and, tired of undersized hand-me-downs, I
bought the KLR. It realy has added a lot to my life. Not changed it
fundamentaly, but its certainly added a lot of spice and variety. Now I
travel a lot more, both over the road and around town. I go to rallys. BMW
guys have realy good rallys and I crash these a lot, particularly the ones
with what they term "dual-sport rides" (brisk-paced but non-technical rides
in the country on a KLR). I meet more people, have more conversations. All
good things. It has even lead me to join one of the better mailing lists out
there...

And, of course, I have assumed more risk. Every time I ride alongside a
long stretch of Armco barrier, I have to look down and think about how bad
it would be to go down on top of it. Realy, realy bad, I think. Every time a
car looks to turn left within 100 miles of me, I cringe and cover the
brakes. I have dumped my KLR on pavement (with me on it) three times, the
last just this Monday (release agent = Teflon?). It has been dumped in the
dirt over a dozen times. Last year I tore down a hundred foot secction of
barbed wire fence when I straightened out a section of gravel road at 40
MPH. I have suffered nothing worse that a few scratches and bruises to date,
but that may not always be so.
Is it worth it? I look at the totality of my life and, for the moment,
like the ballance I have struck. I am still not a big fan of doing risky
things for the sake of doing them: no bungee jumping in my future, thank
you. Much of my life remains pretty boring by some standards and I like it
like that. But the KLR and what I do on it (some 9,000 miles a year worth)
adds a lot. Its not something I want to give up and have no intention of
doing so for a very long time.
Look at your life. If you are already nude skydiving twice a week,
perhaps you might find that you have already taken on all the risk you care
to handle, and thats fine. Or perhaps you are even more risk-shy than I am
and should consider taking up origami. That cool, too. Live a lifestyle that
you are comfortable with. That's one of the biggest favors any of us can do
ourselves in our lives.
But if you think you can take on a little more risk and want to add a
lot more spice, do something to make it happen. Like buy a KLR. And ride the
piss out of it.
-Tom
'96 KLR 650
44,000 somewhat risky but thoroughly entertaining miles.