OB_Dirty Pete
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Yngve's blessed event and the congratulations from so many members who are revealing in their congratulatory messages that they are themselves parents prompts me, also a father of very young daughters, to ask a question that concerns me every time I get on my Busa.
If I wreck myself up permanently so I can't be a fully functional dad for them, how will I live with myself? If I crash and die, won't my legacy to them just be that they had an ass for a dad?
Four years ago, when my first daughter was born, I sold my beloved V-Max and a race bike because I believed that risking my life on a bike when I had taken on such an awesome responsibility was grossly irresponsible. It was a decision I took on my own with no pressure from anyone.
I went for 3 long years without a bike...for the first time since 1966.
Now I'm back on a bike, and not just any old bike, risking my life with glee, and I confess to twinges of guilt when I pull into the driveway covered in smashed bugs fresh from a 185 mph run or a track day to see my 2 little angels and their mom playing so innocently on the lawn.
I manage to deal with it with my wife's support. If she wasn't supportive I wouldn't ride. But she believes a bike is not a luxury for me and that I have to have one to be happy. Nevertheless, I still have a constant low-grade anxiety about it.
Anyone other parents have these feelings, and how do you deal with them?
No flames, please. It's an important issue for parents who ride and especially for parents who ride very fast bikes and ride them fast.
If I wreck myself up permanently so I can't be a fully functional dad for them, how will I live with myself? If I crash and die, won't my legacy to them just be that they had an ass for a dad?
Four years ago, when my first daughter was born, I sold my beloved V-Max and a race bike because I believed that risking my life on a bike when I had taken on such an awesome responsibility was grossly irresponsible. It was a decision I took on my own with no pressure from anyone.
I went for 3 long years without a bike...for the first time since 1966.
Now I'm back on a bike, and not just any old bike, risking my life with glee, and I confess to twinges of guilt when I pull into the driveway covered in smashed bugs fresh from a 185 mph run or a track day to see my 2 little angels and their mom playing so innocently on the lawn.
I manage to deal with it with my wife's support. If she wasn't supportive I wouldn't ride. But she believes a bike is not a luxury for me and that I have to have one to be happy. Nevertheless, I still have a constant low-grade anxiety about it.
Anyone other parents have these feelings, and how do you deal with them?
No flames, please. It's an important issue for parents who ride and especially for parents who ride very fast bikes and ride them fast.