At the age of 56 I returned to motorcycling after 30+ years.
What brought this on, I hear you ask.
Life is short. Enjoy it while you can. I've always pined for a bike,almost got one several years back, but now I figure I can justify it, thanks to the cancer. That seems a weird thing to say, but I think it's true.
Cashed in some pension and bought the bike, a Ducati Scrambler "Icon", 803cc.
I got the bike in February and ride it whenever I have the energy and the weather is fair.
The energy question is more about my mental state than my physical ability to ride the bike. Some days I just can't be arsed, even when it's beautiful and sunny.
I've suffered from depression on and off for most [all?] of my adult life, and it became a serious problem for me before my first cancer diagnosis in 2011. Having cancer was the icing on the cake.
My latest (Feb 2017) prognosis is 1 year to 10. Inoperable / terminal. But the depression is, for me, the life-limiting condition, not the cancer. The cancer will get me in the end, true, but the depression is what prevents me thriving in the time I have left. Unless you've experienced depression, or have been close to someone who has it, it is very hard [impossible?] to appreciate how shitty it can make life.
Anyway, I typically go for a ride two or three times a week, as a kind of therapy, to prove to myself that I have life in me and in defiance of the cancer and depression.
That's it for now. Thanks for reading :-)
