Join Date: Nov 2011
Location: NorthCentral Florida
Every since I decided to try my hand with this motorcycle thing at this later stage in life, our (my sweet wife & myself) regular routine has sure changed. Since retiring from a long stretch of running our own small business we have spent countless days & hours on the west coast of Florida whiling away our time fishing & enjoying our rural neighbors in the little town of Suwannee, Florida. Crabbing & Mullet fishing off the seawall, gathering oysters and shucking by the campfire with our friends, trolling for Kingfish & Spanish Mackeral, hunting those elusive artificial reefs for Sheepshead, feeling that rod bend countless times under pressure from big Spotted Seatrout and Redfish, and boating the king of them all, the mighty Red & Gag Grouper. The sunsets, the wildlife, this is a beautiful earth and weíve had a wonderful eight years. But I spoiled it all. I bought a dang motorcycle. And it gradually crept into our nirvana existence. It consumed me, but not her. And Iím feeling guilty cause no matter how hard I try; it just doesnít fit into our lifestyle. Now Iím planning a motorcycle adventure, thinking maybe if the old bones cooperate Iíll hit the road for days, maybe even weeks, knowing my wonderful wife will be without a boat captain during the best fishing time of the year! Thatís hard and itís eating at me. All my friends are downright sane and I do catch the rolling of the eyes, but Iíve seen that before when at 50 I decided to fly like a bird.
But Iím still here. And plan on stayin here and settling in one day, but not just quite yet.
Still feelin guilty though.