Other ppl's worries = Your life I love my bike. I've had a lot of fun with it. Despite its problem due to its age, I still love it no less. I can't explain the feeling I get. Somebody said "if you don't already understand it, it ain't worth explaining to ya" If you don't love bikes, you will not understand people who do. If you love shopping for things you already have, but you just want to get some more, or more variety, it is impossible to explain to people who question you. I love my Bertha, very very much. And I'm falling in love again, with its latest sibling - the R1200RT. See the video here. To those who don't understand, don't ask. I lost Bertha in Aug 2005. Through my own fault - I skidded and crashed it into a concrete divider. It was very painful...for Bertha. It suffered quite a number of fractures and broken parts. I had no choice, I had to let it go to lessen the pain. Now...everybody don't like the idea of me getting another bike just because of this episode. They're...worried. Worries. It's a selfish thing, I tell you. Not on my part, but others. Do you worry about me riding a bike every single moment of your life? When you sleep, do you have nightmares of me crashing my bike again? Do you lose your appetite thinking about me riding a bike again? Do you spend the best part of your life worrying about me riding a bike? How many days in a week (or a month, a year, a decade) do you spend worrying about me riding? Just because you don't like the feeling of worrying about me, you want me to stop living my life the way I want to, the way I'm passionate about. I have to suffer the yearning for a bike every single waking moment of my life. When I sleep, I have nightmares about my bike being taken away from me. My favourite food doesn't taste so good to me anymore each time I think about my bike...or lack of it. I think about it every single day, every week, every month, since Aug 2005. I foresee myself getting old and regretting not living the life the way I want to. The bitterness of it all when my body slowly decays, rendering me no longer able to ride, resenting those years when I could, but didn't. Whereas you will worry only when someone bring up the subject of riding a bike. Once in a while, when you see a bike, you will probably think about it. I bet when you're sinking your teeth into that juicy piece of sirloin steak, it doesn't taste less tender. When you go out party with friends, I'm sure you won't excuse yourself to go home early because suddenly you feel worried about me wanting to get a bike, IF you even think about it in the first place. In the meantime, I suffer. This doesn't just apply to riding a bike. It applies to everything in YOUR life. Somebody will always worry, disagree, disapprove and have other ideas. But do they spend every moment of their waking life thinking and worrying for you? Will they have nightmares? Most of the time, they won't. But you, give in, and you "suffer" for the rest of your life, every single moment. They, the moment they have something else to distract them, their worries will be forgotten. Now watch this video again. Is someone dying? hurt? robbed? Is someone going against some rules, some laws? No. Riding a bike, skydiving, piloting a plane, a helicopter, be a rally driver, F1 driver, soldier, commandos, anti-terrorist force, being a teacher, a singer, a god-damn hairdresser - somebody will always worry, disapprove, have some other ideas. Everybody will always worry about something everyday. Ask yourself: what do you worry about today, right now? Now watch this video again. Is it selfish of you to worry? or is it selfish of me to be happy and contented even though I'm not breaking the law, hurting or killing someone?