3 years ago I bought myself this beautiful motorcycle as an early retirement gift.

I know, flashy, and not exactly frugal. but I reasoned myself that the costs of maintaining a 2-wheel drive are considerably lower than those of a 4-wheel drive.

That, apparently- was only half true.

Apparently, my small 125 Honda PCX insurance cost the same as my Mazda CX5 regardless of the enormous difference in initial cost between the 2.

The reason became apparent after a short while on the road.

Nobody sees you when you are on a small 2-wheel drive.

This means that cars race by you regardless of the fact that you earned your place on the road as much as they did. (assuming being a taxpayer+driving a metal thing with an engine reserve you the same right to use the road as anyone else).

The car drivers seem to believe that since I wasn’t driving above the speed limit ( both because I am a law-abiding citizen but also (OK-mainly) because my 2-wheel drive wasn’t up for more than the limit) I need to clear out of their hurrying way, and drive mainly on the right shoulder, or as close as I can to it.

The thing is- for some strange reason- the right shoulder is almost always the side with the road bumps, the holes, the cracks, and whatnot.

Car drivers usually don’t notice these obstacles, but when you are on a 2wheeler, you absolutely do.

Because you fly high and land back on every bump, and that’s actually the best-case scenario.

Then came winter- the roads were slippery, which was bad enough, but the bumps were covered in water- there was no way to be warned of one and at the stop lights. the little droplets of oil from standing cars, were surfaces once the rain came.

The combination of oil and water is a no-go- so I gathered when I fell off my 2 wheels once the light turned green and I started driving. or didn’t- more swirled on the road, luckily no truck was passing by, because then you would have read someone else’s blog. which is a pity.

Speaking of passing trucks.

There is a BIG difference between seeing one roaming towards you when you are in your little compartment of a 4-wheeler- and totally exposed on a 2-wheeler.

Add to that people’s tendency to forget to turn on the signal every time they make a turn, a tendency that eventually lead me to simply stop at almost every junction just to make sure no one was going to surprise me by taking it without notice-

You get the picture.

The fun free ride became tedious and caused me huge amounts of anxiety instead of elation.

I hesitated before deciding to let go because I didn’t like quitting. and because I already paid for the motorcycle, inertia, ego, and plain stubbornness.

But then something nice happened.

The guy who came to buy it from me was so nice and appreciated the motorcycle and the great shape I kept it, so I gave him all my equipment too- a costly helmet, 2 Dainese coats (not sponsored, just come on- Italian design- really they know their way +the necessary safety pads). gloves, a cover, and the lock I used.

The sale went smoothly and reassured me I did the right thing to let go.

Sometimes it’s OK to give up. to let go, someone else will do it. will enjoy it. just not me. I’ll go back to my car and listen to audiobooks on the way to the pool.

But every time I see someone on a motorcycle- I slow down and try to make them feel safe riding next to me.

Lessons learned the hard way.

Enjoy- the cooliflower.

Published by wiseassvegan

an organized full time working vegan -with plenty of ideas on getting everything done in the most simple and efficient way possible.

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