My husband has always had his motorcycle liscence, always rode dirtbikes on the trails, rarely streetbikes. After the kids were no longer little, he acquired streetbikes, expensive ones, but he works hard for his money so he is entitled to spend his disposable income on what he chooses. He did have a few rules, just as I did when I trained horses (no rearers, no crazies), his was no riding after dark.
He was coming home at dusk, hit a deer on the highway just outside of town on the highway, he was passing a semi, he figures he was going 75 to 80 MPH. I just got inside from riding, it's dark, the phone rings, it's my daughter freaking out, she is on her way to get me, Dad's had an accident, he is in the hospital. My world freakin' ended! When we got to emergency, my son was there who also rides motorcycles, so the whole family was there, their spouses as well, we all made a promise if Dad is ok, no more motorcycles. Turns out, he just had some road rash, totalled the bike, decapitated the deer.
The no more motorcycle promise could not be kept, they love to ride, gives them a feeling of freedom and an edge. Exactly as I feel when riding horses, I have heard the saying "If you don't live on the edge, you are taking up too much space."
Horses are dangerous & expensive, motorcycles are dangerous & expensive, both are fun as hell. Do the things that make you feel alive, take all precautions, but you have to enjoy yourself.
Support your partners passions, do you want him miserable, but safe? Won't be a happy life. Pics of Daddy-O's wrecked bike and the decaptitated deer. Picture 023.jpg Picture 021.jpg