Riding: It’s in the blood

With wife Amy obtaining her motorcycle license over the weekend, we will be a motorcycling couple as soon as we pick up her new Can-Am RTS at the dealer in North Carolina later this week.

A lot of people asked why I would even consider getting back on a bike after my cow encounter in late 2012 and the 18 months of rehab and recovery that followed.

Simple. It’s in the blood. My parents rode and my mother took her Harley on a solo ride from Meadows of Dan to Tampa in 1946 to meet her then-future in-laws.

It’s hard to explain to non-riders. My decision on whether or not to continue to ride depended on Amy. Had she asked me to stay off a motorcycle, I would have done so without complaint. But she encouraged me to get back in the saddle and also said she wanted to join me. So she took the training and will be riding soon.

On our way back home late Sunday afternoon after three days in Lynchburg for Amy’s training course and the tests that granted her a license, we came upon cars stopped on the road just south of Check on U.S. 221.  Larry James Scott, 40, of Floyd, lay dead under a a pickup truck.

Witnesses say Scott came up on the truck and tried to pass it on a double solid yellow line just as the truck was starting a left turn at Maple Springs Road.  The bike went down and he lost his life, reminding us that motorcycling can be dangerous.

The accident reminds us that we who ride must always be vigilant on the road and drive defensively.  The crash that almost killed me in 2012 wasn’t my fault but still happened.  I didn’t recognize the bike at the crash Sunday but it is always sad to see a fellow rider go down.

It reminds us that we must always be careful, — on a bike, in a car and in life itself.

The highway is beckoning. See you on the open road.

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