Saturday, April 12, 2014
To everything there is a season
At some point he got to worrying about wrecking and killing me. Yes, that's right, ME. He wasn't worried about himself. Anyhow, he talked me into the idea of putting it up for sale, and we sold it.
However, the first three-day weekend that came along, we heard motorcycles thundering past our house all day and we both got depressed. We realized we had been too hasty. We missed riding.
About a year ago, we decided we were truly ready to get out of riding. We're both getting older, my knees hurt, and Cliff knew his reflexes weren't what they used to be. We put the white motorcycle on Craigslist. Shortly thereafter, Cliff had a serious illness that put him in the hospital for over a week and kept him seriously disabled for a month or so afterwards. During the time when he was at his sickest, a buyer came for the Gold Wing.
That was definitely the right time, because neither of us have had any regrets about selling that motorcycle. Today, as motorcycles roared past on 224 Highway (a "scenic" byway for more reasons than one), I never felt any regret. I was happy for the bikers going past, knowing how much fun they were having. I said prayers for their safety and prayers of thanks for all the fun Cliff and I had together on our three motorcycles.
It was a wonderfully perfect time of our lives, a time I will never forget or regret.