Changing times

Life changes you as well as your interests. I have been riding sportbikes since 1988 and I think I am done with that stage of my life.[For now] I have not left motorcycling altogether I am just on a different track now; I bought a 1998 Yamaha WR400F to do some woods riding once again. I seem to remember when sportbikes were rare and the Harley(clones included) were the rage. Harleys and clones are still pleantiful but sportbikes and their trickster riders are becoming overwhelming also. It seems that with the population increase in sportriders comes the attention of the local police that think everyone on a sportbike is doing stupid stuff in crowded areas, even though that is hardly ever the case. Most of us save our stupidity (i.e. fun) for the unpopulated back roads that will only injure us and our bikes if we crash. Oh well. I am going to attempt to ride in the woods again and attempt to miss trees instead of cars. Oh, I forgot to mention my WR has tags, so most of my time in the woods. I will welcome the change of senery an sharpen my reflexes as only a dirt bike can do.

My point is sometimes you get so used to doing one thing, that it becomes part of you. I enjoyed street bike riding for many years and loved all of it that didn't involve police, stitches or roadrash. I will welcome the change and possibly realize how much I really loved street riding by beating myself up in the woods for a year or so. The thing about change is that it will change also. Who knows maybe next year I will want a new sportbike. I think that you should follow your interest and not get in a rutt. Material stuff like cars, bike and toys are made everyday. You can buy, sell and trade almost anything. The GSXR I sold can be replaced by a thousand others. Will I miss it, most likely but the WR should hold my attention for a while anyways.

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That sounded alot like a

That sounded alot like a eulogy to me. I suppose he was bidding his streetbike shenannigans fairwell. Oh well, at least you cant get a speeding ticket in the woods :tongue: