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I got that call the other day from a friend of a friend. The one that makes you feel a little conflicted but you secretly love that starts with “I just want it out of the garage.” $500 and 30 miles later this 1990 VFR750 is disrobing in my garage...
1990 VFR750 is disrobing in my garage. It needs a fuel pump, fluids flush etc.
I need better friends...
I’m afraid I buried the lead on this. I gave up riding about a month ago. I was riding home from work one night and the voice in my head said to stop. 46 years of riding almost daily since the age of 14. I’ve been holding off posting to make sure that it sticks. That’s why I said no the first two times the seller called me. This is going to be a quick freshen up and sale. I will continue to build bikes and have two Laverdas and a Guzzi to put together, as well as ten complete bikes to dispose of over time. I did get the helmet in the deal. Anyone who wants it can have it for the postage. I’ll post the size.
A little background. I turned 60 this year and started the process of planning for retirement. I’m a few years away at least but needed to start figuring it out. Then my wife Sara and I spent two weeks in Provence in late September and had a wonderful time. I think unconsciously I realized that after working so hard for the past 35 years and saving enough money so I can hopefully spend 15 or 20 good years with Sara, it could be wiped out in a moment. I’ve had maybe 5 significant accidents over the past 45 years, including hitting a deer at speed and having a car cross the road and hit me head-on. Many lesser incidents like sandy low-sides and close calls. None of that fazed me. Nor did every well-meaning friend who told me with a smile about the most recent tragedy. I think I just subconsciously chose Sara and elimination of that nagging fear that sooner or later I was going to go down again. Once my mind spit it out at me it felt ok. I really didn’t want to tell you all since we are all one and the same person in some ways. We all love bikes and riding so much.
I can respect this. It's interesting to me though. After working in a nursing home for a little while, I decided that the older I get, the faster and more dangerous bikes I'm going to ride. I'm also thinking of purchasing a biplane at some point in the next few years. After leaving the Army, I spent so much of my life being careful and as I get older that becomes less and less important and actually more and more detrimental (in my opinion). I figure I'll just do crazier and crazier stuff each year and the whole thing should just work itself out eventually. I love my wife and kids dearly as well but I don't want to get too old if I don't have to. Two different responses to the same situation...Oh, I forgot to add - that Honda is an achingly gorgeous bike. Nice find.