Staff Column: Convincing arguments don't always work
I am always telling my wife I need to find a way to relieve the stress of my job. Recently I found a new, but old way of relieving the stress. However most of my family just thinks I will hurt myself.
I have been eyeing a Harley Davidson motorcycle that I would like to have. Now I owned one kind of motorcycle or another from the time I was nine years old until I was about 45. It was then my family convinced me that four wheels were better than one, both for the road and in the dirt.
My street bike leanings have been small over the years; most of what I owned were small bikes and I had a hard time riding them any real distance. But all through my 20s I wanted a Harley. A divorce and not much money made that impossible then though.
Now as I near my 60th birthday I think it is time I should have what I want. But my family's "You'll shoot your eye out" attitude seems to be fairly convincing at times. I mean when I fall off something nowadays, I just don't jump up and start all over again. Now I have to find something to hold onto to get off the ground, then I have to make sure everything is working right before I can slowly and cautiously proceed. This fact came to light quite brightly one day.
I was in my garage working on one of my old Mustangs when my cell phone rang; it was sitting on the workbench so I wouldn't lay on it while I was on the concrete. I rolled out from under the car on a creeper and then while the ring kept going I had to climb latch by latch up my tool box to stand up straight. This took a very long time. I told my wife about it. That was a mistake.
"See here you want a motorcycle and if you fall off it you won't be able to get up again," she said. "This just proves what we all have been saying all along. You should stay off anything motorized with two wheels."
I threw out some convincing arguments, which I won't go into, but to no avail. The purchase of a Harley may have to wait until my next life.
As everyone says, it is hell getting old. But I always thought that they were talking about the aches and pains you encounter, not the fact you have to get permission from everyone who loves you to do something stupid.