I met a man today who is about my age, and he asked about my crutches. I told him about my motorcycle accident 26 months ago. He told me that he had taken the beginners riding course at the college last summer and bought a 1982 Yamaha Virago 1100.
On his first ride, from home to the grocery store, he was almost run off the road twice in three miles. He turned around, rode home, and sold the bike two days later. Too bad, he was scared away from a dream of riding. For him it was the right choice, I guess. If he was that afraid, IMO he was not going to be a safe rider. He understood Harry Callahan`s words, "A man has to know his limitations."
For me, the idea of never riding again is an almost unbearable thought. Visualizing getting back on my bike is one of the strongest motivations I have for getting strong again. Of all my friends and family, only my 4 daughters seem to understand my need to ride. When the riding bug finally bit me this late in life, it bit me hard.
My new friend it seems, avoided this addiction. Maybe it prolonged his life. He was not mentally ready to ride. Some are not. The MSF-BRC sifts some of them out before they get licensed. Some recognize the fact on their own. This got me thinking, - if I recognize the fact that someone I know and care about is not a competent rider, what responibility do I have to help him/her realize this too.
Then help them either get more training, experience and confidence, or give up riding.
Hard choices to make at times.