tacochris
Cruisin' on my Bluebird
I dont talk about my life issues much because, simply, the world doesnt care about men or mens health so Ive learned to just keep it locked up. So I will make this the one and only time to speak about it to kinda express what Im dealing with:I screw around too much, so this post is serious. We have, and had Cabers that just disappear. Later we find out they had cancer and died. These were guys that posted every single week, and if anyone knew about it, they didn't share it with any of us. We have Cabers that are serving in the military. [God knows where] I know one guy [seen him at a swap this fall, with his red-tipped cane] He's blind. He's into old Monarks. I've sold him parts. He rides a bike and rolls fenders. For the life of me, I not only don't know how he does it, but how he has the courage to do it. We have members that are confined to wheel chairs, lost their wives, kids; suffered real loss and real pain. Losing out on a material thing, like a bicycle is nothing. Let it piss you off for a moment. Then, forget about it.
My family suffers from a rare hereditary condition that causes our bodies to produce extremely low serotonin levels which may sound like nothing to most folks, but imagine if you will, the lowest point you have had in your life emotionally, now imagine fighting that same feeling off daily, monthly, yearly without fail. My birth mother committed suicide in 2016 because of it, my sister has already had a voluntary stay in the mental institution because of it and I am at the point in my life where its starting to progress to severity as it has in my family line so far. I am fighting the medication thing because I dont wanna be turned into a mental vegetable and I have an 8 year old son to be strong for. On top of that, my wife was diagnosed with a rare heart condition as a child and has progressed to the point where she cant work and cant be alone for fear one attack is going to send her to heaven which is a very real possibility at this point.
I said all this to make a point, not for pity or any of that nonsense because this is my own issue and no one elses. I said all that to say, these bikes are far more than a hobby for me. It may seem like metal and rust to some folks but for me its medicine, its a serotonin boost I rarely get, its a connection to my father who was my hero before he passed. People call me crazy all the time, "its just a bike" they say...."don't take it too seriously" and I get why they say that because to them, its just a bike. ....for me, its a happy place and a mental break. All of my bikes are family and I treat them as such. It was my fault for trusting that lady but its hard to fight a trusting spirit even though I know better. It was my fault for letting myself fall in love with that bike and I accept that at this point.
Thanks for reading....
EDIT: This post was probably a bit too much on the side of personal information but even though I feel a tad too "open", i still felt it was necessary to explain why i felt the way I did.
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