Tags [edit]: old, misadventures, yrs

Hi again troops, I thought I'd tackle the issue of mid-life crisis, the male menopause. Yeah I know...WTF is that. I didn't have any idea my damn self until I turned 40 and thought I'd lost my mind...Well I didn't think I'd lost my mind, but my Ol' lady sure did. I didn't figure out what was happening until three years later. Even today I really don't know If I have it figured out, but I'm on it's trail anyway. There's alot of shit that happens to men when they turn that certain age where the body says...You only think you got it all worked out...and it releases the mind fuck chemicals that start fuckin with ya almost immediately. I was going thru alot when I turned 40...We decided to move outta Texas (that's never a good idea,) to Asheville NC, changed our mind and headed North, (A place where I spent 15 years trying to get out of,) to Carthage "bumfucked" NY, to aid her father after my mother in law passed away............a month or so after getting there,.her Aunt passes away on my B-day..yeah the 40th. The wifes' Uncle followed soon afterward. This was the last of many over the past 2 years...she had already lost two other Aunts and others that I can't recall the relationships. So life was becoming real, real quick like. My kids were almost grown, one working and starting his own adventures into adulthood and the other was in the final stages of school, actually he only went back to play football, we had home-schooled the kids and they were way ahead of the curve, He was staying with his Grandfather and Aunts. I wanted to get away...so I said to the little women.."Hey Baby, lets take off !" Which was the plan to begin with. The kids were doing good and needed time to grow and we needed the time off. We had some money saved up and the bike was running great. She wanted to, but instead she said I can't go right now, but you go ahead....I heard that last part and started getting the bike ready and packing my shit. Two days later I was on the road. I didn't know why but I had to get on that bike and get away and have an adventure on it. My mind couldn't seem to focased on anything but the road and what I was going to find and whom I'd meet. I felt like a kid again, a second chance to have some fun and venture out into the world again. Not to cheat on my ol'lady. It didn't feel like that kind of freedom. Just to see if I could find something...maybe I didn't really know what I was doing, or where I was headed, I just knew I had to do it, I had to go.....Now. I didn't think I had time to wait for the laters to get here. My Dad had past away at 52...52, He never stopped working, right outta a 21 year Navy stint, straight into the working class, in pursuit of the American dream. and he died before he could enjoy most of the fruits of his labors. With the other deaths that were seemingly haunting me, I started to panic...I guess. I never paniced before so I didn't know that's what the pounding in my chest chest was and not the heart attack that I thought I was going to have. The Dr at the ER confirmed as much too. The chemicals were mind fuckin me and making my emotions take the lead roll. I never cared for the emotions...the ol'lady was the emotional one, that why God gave her to me, Right? I only used a few of them and at will, to either show my bad-assness, or get some lovin from the ol'lady....well I don't realy know if that is an emotion...more like a strong feeling.....lol Of course I'm referring to Love and Anger....all other emotions were not in my files...not open files anyway. With the mind fuck going full speed, I waved and off I went..first stop was Niagra Falls...Slowly I turned, step by step.....
This is when I met the Lady Dr and Flynnt Maverick. They both lived within a few miles of each other, One in Buffalo and the other in Niagra Falls, and allowed me to stay and even helped me get a new tire and fix my points, that were bent ? I thought it was the coolest thing to meet someone that I had only typed to on a forum. Putting faces and their characters to the words and the way they type is key to knowing why they type the way they do. That's important to understanding these crazy fuckers. Some get quite offended at times but it's only because they don't have the peices in place. After spending the day with the Lady Dr..aka Bill. I could see that this guy had lived through the 60's and had built and re-built his bike to perfection. Having it re-chromed every few years and touching up the wrinkles here an there. Kinda like plastic surgery for skooters. But man was it ever a beautiful bike. His hospitality was over the top and I needed the kinship at the time. Flynnt was ever bit the youngster and still in school..college. He had his apt. full of cool ass shit, Darth Vadar talking mask, a video game like the ones in the 7-11..but this one was filled with all the old games that I spent many quarters playing as a kid. He told me about this party at another Honda heads house in Ohio...called the Spring Fling. I was going that way so the my next stop was to meet Levi and his family. More on this later
Anyway the mind fuck Chemicals are working on me pretty good now and making me think that I have to get back to my youth or something. The urge to recapture something long gone....the good times, the smells, the sounds. I just wanted to feel that again. I wanted to be a kid again. See the things that I missed because I was trying to be the family guy, no not the one on tv. It ain't transpired so far. Ain't gonna happen either.....that's because I found out what was happening to me.....I wasn't going crazy anyway. It didn't stop the chemicals from attacking my mind but it gave me the weapons that I needed to combat the attacks...kinda. My wife of 20 years wasn't understanding what I was going through...so has a female she thought the worst. Yes the worst. She made it all about her, of course. She understands now. And I believe it will make us better people if we survive. Most don't make it....the divorce rate after the age of 40 is alarming. Men searching for their youth again and end fucking up the best thing that ever happened to them...for the most part this a true statement. I wasn't going to be apart of that stat. I didn't get married to get divorced....as some do. I can't seem to throw away something that I have worked so long and hard for.
Well the Ol'lady and I have made it so far. When I returned home from the WHCM, I rented the two of us a cabin in the Great Smokie Mountains for a week...full of comforts we all need, full kitchen, Sat.TV, Hot Tub on the Deck, pool table, A four poster Queen size bed that came in handy...he.he.he. The week went by way too fast like the WHCM did. We spent the days riding the mountain roads in and around the National Park, spent one day riding to Cherokee NC. And the nights we spent in the hot tub and playing pool...NAKED. Yeah I thought that would get ya going. The feeling of being total exposed is like being one with nature....in fact that's what we did till they rented the one and only other cabin around us on top of that mountain that we had temporarily claimed and renamed.......Foust Mountain. Owning a mountain top was great and the week was also great. We made up for some lost time and got to know each other again...mentally and physically....woo hoo.
The mind fucking chemicals are still bombarding my mind, but I have a handle on it...I believe anyway. Time will tell. Right now I'm having to replace my motor in the bike, it decided that I fucked up and wanted to make me pay for it by knocking real loud on the way home. Before I do any more damage to her, I'm replacing her with another. She will be crated and shipped to get rebuilt, sometime this winter..hopefully. while I have the motor out of the frame I am stripping and having her repainted. I was hoping on getting the tins done too, but the cash is running out fast. My plan was to two lane it to Texas for a minute or two, but that doesn't look like it's going to happen....not for a while anyway. The process is slow and tedious, but I really like it. The fact that I'm turning this turd into a bigger turd excites me. I wake up everyday with a mission. Before it was to get out onto the open roads, now it's getting this bike back together and then getting back on the road.
Well it's funny how things work out....I got the bike all back together and did some shake down rides around the Smokey Mountains, everything seems to be alright. The plan was to go down to Texas for alittle bit and then head back to Tn, but my buddy Flynnt calls and says that he needs his worldly possession's that have been stored in a 10 x 10 storage unit in New Caney, Texas, since he moved outta Buffalo NY....3 years ago. Since I wasn't doing anything..we decided that he could persuade us to make the trip for him and deliver his crap to his domesticated abode. So off we went two wheeling it on the two lanes to Texas. The trip was great.