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Bear with me as this story may ramble in it's attempt to be told.
Just when you think you have it all figured out. Just when you adopt a fair dose of cynicism into your daily ideologies, someone steps in and explains to you that the world is not quite as you see it.
This happened today.
On a recent ride, I have met some additional forum members. One of these has changed the way I view things as of today. As much as I wish to shout the name, I will not do so because I do not know how the individual would feel about it if I did. I am sure that as this tale unfolds, some of you will no doubt figure out the mystery. Please understand that I am sure that this individual did not do this act to gain public accolades. But having said that, I do hope this person will claim credit for this deed. This type of person is indeed due public accolades. But even if this person wishes to remain silent, I want to forever profess the down-right goodness of people on this forum.
It is only common sense to know that some people are better off than others. Such is life. As I have stated many times, the FJR is my extravaganvce in this world. I am very fortunate to have this bike. It is not really something that I can afford. But my lovely wife wanted me to have it. Don't get me wrong, I wanted this bike. BAD. But from a financial consideration, this was not the wisest thing I have ever bought. We struggle every month, as most do. Don't get me wrong. I do not want you to feel sorry for me or anything. I actually consider myself a very wealthy man. It is just that my vast fortune is not money.
With that being said, I will tell you that this bike stretches the very limits of the household budget. My bike has virtually no farkles. If I can't make it, I probably don't have it. Little things always bring about a certain amount of panic. Like tires. They're expensive. I just don't have the means to just run out and pick them up at will. Sometimes the bike will sit idle for a bit because I have to wait before I can afford them.
Which brings us to today.
Today was the day we were to celebrate the holiday season with my wife's side of the family. We had a good day. When we arrived home this evening, we found a box waiting on our porch. A box from Fedex. A big box from Fedex. Now, a little bit ago, I had a little episode off in the mountains of north Georgia. Shortly after, a member PM'd me and wanted my address. Said he wanted to send me something. Well, okay, here ya go. I thought it would probably be an instructional video or perhaps a book on riding techniques and such. Not a far-fetched thought considering I landed in a ditch. But this box was too large for a book or video. And it was way to heavy. Well now, this really threw me. I looked at my wife. "Did you order something?"
"No." She replied.
So, with great interest, I opened the box. And there, inside was a pair of brand new Pirelli Diablo Stradas.
Well, punch me in the stomach, cause it took my breath. I kept mumbling, "No way. No way."
My wife kept saying; "What? What?"
So I told her the story again of the ride and the people I met. And I told her of the PM earlier in the week. And I told her; " I just don't believe this. People don't do this."
Her reply was simple: "Good people do."
True. Very true. My gosh, how much have I forgotten? Just how cynical have I allowed myself to become? There are good people. There are very good people. And good people do extraordinary things. Not for the accolades, but because they can.
It changes my perspective on things. It makes me take a long, hard look at myself. What have I done lately, just because I can? How much have I not done, just because I didn't have to? I can do better. I have to do better.
So, Merry Christmas, everyone. The spirit of Christmas is alive and well. As I am sure alot of you already know, there are some extraordinary people that reside on this forum. The very best of the best.
And to this person: Thank you. The words feel very inadequate in contrast to the gesture, but I don't know what else to say. Thank you. This means more than tires.
Just when you think you have it all figured out. Just when you adopt a fair dose of cynicism into your daily ideologies, someone steps in and explains to you that the world is not quite as you see it.
This happened today.
On a recent ride, I have met some additional forum members. One of these has changed the way I view things as of today. As much as I wish to shout the name, I will not do so because I do not know how the individual would feel about it if I did. I am sure that as this tale unfolds, some of you will no doubt figure out the mystery. Please understand that I am sure that this individual did not do this act to gain public accolades. But having said that, I do hope this person will claim credit for this deed. This type of person is indeed due public accolades. But even if this person wishes to remain silent, I want to forever profess the down-right goodness of people on this forum.
It is only common sense to know that some people are better off than others. Such is life. As I have stated many times, the FJR is my extravaganvce in this world. I am very fortunate to have this bike. It is not really something that I can afford. But my lovely wife wanted me to have it. Don't get me wrong, I wanted this bike. BAD. But from a financial consideration, this was not the wisest thing I have ever bought. We struggle every month, as most do. Don't get me wrong. I do not want you to feel sorry for me or anything. I actually consider myself a very wealthy man. It is just that my vast fortune is not money.
With that being said, I will tell you that this bike stretches the very limits of the household budget. My bike has virtually no farkles. If I can't make it, I probably don't have it. Little things always bring about a certain amount of panic. Like tires. They're expensive. I just don't have the means to just run out and pick them up at will. Sometimes the bike will sit idle for a bit because I have to wait before I can afford them.
Which brings us to today.
Today was the day we were to celebrate the holiday season with my wife's side of the family. We had a good day. When we arrived home this evening, we found a box waiting on our porch. A box from Fedex. A big box from Fedex. Now, a little bit ago, I had a little episode off in the mountains of north Georgia. Shortly after, a member PM'd me and wanted my address. Said he wanted to send me something. Well, okay, here ya go. I thought it would probably be an instructional video or perhaps a book on riding techniques and such. Not a far-fetched thought considering I landed in a ditch. But this box was too large for a book or video. And it was way to heavy. Well now, this really threw me. I looked at my wife. "Did you order something?"
"No." She replied.
So, with great interest, I opened the box. And there, inside was a pair of brand new Pirelli Diablo Stradas.
Well, punch me in the stomach, cause it took my breath. I kept mumbling, "No way. No way."
My wife kept saying; "What? What?"
So I told her the story again of the ride and the people I met. And I told her of the PM earlier in the week. And I told her; " I just don't believe this. People don't do this."
Her reply was simple: "Good people do."
True. Very true. My gosh, how much have I forgotten? Just how cynical have I allowed myself to become? There are good people. There are very good people. And good people do extraordinary things. Not for the accolades, but because they can.
It changes my perspective on things. It makes me take a long, hard look at myself. What have I done lately, just because I can? How much have I not done, just because I didn't have to? I can do better. I have to do better.
So, Merry Christmas, everyone. The spirit of Christmas is alive and well. As I am sure alot of you already know, there are some extraordinary people that reside on this forum. The very best of the best.
And to this person: Thank you. The words feel very inadequate in contrast to the gesture, but I don't know what else to say. Thank you. This means more than tires.
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