StevO ,
When it comes to this kinda stuff, it's just better that we get to do it. We all resent the ones that tell us that we can't do what we love. Even if they think it's in our best interest or because it makes them nervous. We're only on this earth for such a short time ,we have to do things we love, just to get even with all the stuff we don't like to do. It validates our existence .
In my case, I'm not off somewhere else doing who knows what with a bunch of stray cats. I'm in the garage putting together the next bike, going for an occasional ride when I can. I'm in earshot of her beckoning call, what could be better than that? Right?
I love vintage Hondas (and this has always been a good selling point at my house) and not Harleys. If I did , the cost of my collection would have left us in the poor house ,dressed in black leather chaps with no a$$es, Boots with buckles so big a Pilgrim wouldn't where them, and a dirty bandanna collection that would stretch a closeline down to my neighbor's house. Of course all the antique furnishings in the house would be traded off for anything that is black and orange with HD on it....Oh the HD bar stools , the giant black wallet with 2lbs of chain cause it don't fit in your pockets, the empty HD oil cans on the top of the refrigerator as a memento from the last oil change, and the overweight, haven't seen a bar of soap in a week kind of new friends that come over any time of the night to drink all your beer and piss on the bathroom floor. Yeah baby, it could be that kind of life. But it's not..... because I like Honda ,and you meet the nicest people on a Honda.
There is no pirate clown persona to live up to here, we still lead a normal unassuming life the way we always have . I know I'm happier with bikes then I was without them. And she can still go to the antique shows with her friends any time she likes. It's all good isn't it?.