It’s 6 weeks today since my accident. Hopefully, on Wednesday, the casts will come off my arm and my leg and I can start learning to be a normal human being instead of an invalid.
While I have been confined I have had plenty of time to think, about all sorts of things. But mostly I’ve had the chance to think about the things that matter; life, family, priorities and the things that make up my life.
I’ve always known that motorcycling is a hedonistic pastime; that if, like me, your life partner can’t get their head around pillioning, your riding was going to be solo and, hence, selfish. And my wife has accepted that with the good grace for which she is so well known.
But, contemplating life after riding (I still find it hard to accept that) has made me truly realise how much my wife has missed out on while I have been away, carving up the countryside.
So it is my determination that, once I have fully recovered, I will take the time, MAKE the time, to take her in the car and show her the wonderful parts of this country that I, alone, have seen on two wheels and which, to her, are just names and places on a map.
Sorry about being a bit introspective today. An experience like this does tend to do that to you, I have been told. And my weapon of choice could, indeed be, that little red Calibra. Watch this space.