- Joined
- Feb 11, 2006
- Messages
- 8,041
- Location
- Jacksonville
- Bike
- GL1800 R1200RT NC700
- 2025 Miles
- 006335
My wife I and sold the ST1300 and bought a Goldwing after she recovered from a long extensive illness that nearly took her mortal life. A GW was never ever on my radar - in over 30 years of marriage by that time she never rode on any of my many motorcycles. I long ago had sort of given up on trying to tell her about what I had seen/smelled/experienced on two wheels. That day in 2017 she said "After all I've been through I don't want to stay home anymore..... I want to go with you and see what you see on your trips." Enter the Goldwing "Elvis." Right away she was good pillion and I could never ride too far for her, rain or shine. Now she is in another health battle and pretty much shut up in the house except for trips to the doctor or hospital. She hasn't been on our newer Wing but once in over a year and our last fall trip together to the mountains before that she never felt well enough to get on the motorcycle. A couple of days ago the weather here was awesome and I had the scooter out getting some wind therapy.... I got home and said "come outside with me and get on the back of the scooter... even for a ride up and down the street." She did and we rode for 30 minutes because she wanted to go "a little further." When we got home she said "Can we take this with us to Vinny's [Vinny's Place in the N GA mountains]?" This little 125cc is a dream machine existing to take her back to the sights, sounds and smells of somewhere far away this summer. Maybe someone reading this knows how hope can dim then be rekindled by the smallest of things. It's never just a scooter.




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