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    Fun With Denial...Makes Me Smile

    Hello Everyone,

    Sometimes denial might put one in a "bad spot" like in the MS 101 thread, but there can be other times when denial is great, even fun !

    After a lifetime (30 years) of enjoying all kinds of motorcycles/motorcycling I gave them up. Gifted away my off-road machine and sold my "street bike" for a token price to an old friend.

    What I DIDN'T give up was my motorcycle license endorsement. I am licensed to ride any street legal motorcycle of any size in any state .

    Technically, for all we know, I might any day now, go roaring past your house looking all bad-a$$ and stuff with the wind in my face and bugs in whatever remaining hair I might have.

    You don't know !

    The price to continue this denial is small...not nothing, but small. I doubt I could ever pass the test to qualify for such a license again; As long as I pay the renewal fee, I'm "grandfathered in".

    For $25.00 every five years I keep that endorsement (about 1.3 cents/day).

    It puts a smile on my face, from time to time, to tell someone, "Yeah, I could ride that bike if I wanted to."

    Maybe later...but I could !

    best regards
    Brian
    *another random thought *

    #2
    That made me smile too.....

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      #3
      I don't blame you. I'd do the same.


      Whatever happens around you, don't take it personally. Nothing other people do is because of you. It is because of themselves. -- Miguel Ruiz

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        #4
        It's a cheap ticket to a wonderful fantasy :)

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          #5
          Absolutely! You might surprise yourself and find you're able to ride it soon enough.

          I'm not just talking about some kind of miracle. I'm talking about the kinds of things that have been known to happen.
          SPMS diagnosed 1980. Avonex 2001-2004. Copaxone 2006-2009. Glatopa (glatiramer acetate = Copaxone) 12/20 - 3/19/24.

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            #6
            I'd hang on to it as long as possible. My 75 year old husband...who hasn't been on a bike in the last 20 years...still has his! :)
            ...I am not a doctor nor medical professional, and don't pretend to be one, here... :o

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              #7
              Thanks for the encouraging responses everyone...I'll keep window shopping motorcycles, just in case. :)

              I have other examples of harmless denials and/or preserving things but I'm wondering what about you ? Skis you think...maybe someday again...a sewing machine...hiking boots ?

              You know hanging on because, well, we're not quitters so much as sometimes limited in our ability to maneuver.

              best regards

              Brian
              *another random thought *

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                #8
                Tomorrow I am trying on new wetsuit the local surf shop ordered for me. I'd say it's denial. I am clearly making a bad decision-- spending extra money when each surf session is this much closer to being the end of surfing for me. We are living the dream, like buying a powerball ticket cuz the fantasy of how you'd spend it is so dang compelling and exciting

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                  #9
                  Nothing quite as exciting here, but I was always a high-heel person. Just loved all my high heels and (unfortunately) spent a lot of money on them. Slowly, I got rid of them. I am sure over 100 pair. But there are still 3 pair in my upstairs closet that every time I look at them with the thought of giving them away I put the box back on the shelf. Somehow I just can't bring myself to do it.
                  Virginia

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                    #10
                    Virginia, if we ever have to use wheelchairs we will look smashing in our highheels!
                    ANN
                    There comes a time when silence is betrayal.- MLK

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                      #11
                      :) My license was not near expiring when I was riding my motorcycle and I never went in to get it changed. My David built me a 1962 HD 45 cu in flathead servicar tryke. Since I could not work the clutch with my left foot, he rigged it up as a right hand suicide clutch.

                      We went to Daytona twice while I was riding. The first time we almost froze to death. I had on sweatshirts and sweatpants, chaps, a leather jacket, a leather face bandana, helmet and leather gloves. 39 degrees and riding 60 mph was like a chill factor of -5. Very few times was I ever that cold. My blood is thin being a Floridian.

                      The second time my tryke broke it's chain on the top of the Ormond Beach bridge and I coasted to the bottom. God was watching and a friend from WPB came by and saw us and stopped in their van. Luckily we had trailered there and we left my tryke locked up in a parking lot until the next morning. Our friends took me back to our motel.

                      When I think back to those times I have really good memories and being a member of the Third Tradition Motorcycle Fellowship group and weekly dinner rides with them. I miss tennis, CW dancing, motorcycling. Jeanie :)

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                        #12
                        Love your story :)

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                          #13
                          Jeanie, you have had a very eventful life - along with Brian and some others. I miss the traveling.
                          Virginia

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                            #14
                            :) I have had and I am glad I got to do all those things when I still could. I do none of them now. Jeanie :)

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                              #15
                              I enjoyed reading this thread. Thanks everyone! Time to remember and dream now.
                              Linda~~~~

                              Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning the devil says:"Oh Crap, She's up!"..

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