No medicine, just life

Getting back to the details of my motorcycle, I bought it off Craigslist. It's a decent-sized motorcycle with a good amount of power. A freind said its looks match my personality, and I rather agree. I wish I could post a picture, but it's in the shop getting tuned up. It was a whirlwind of a few days leading up to my buying it. A was on a hike with a friend who reminded me that I had wanted to get motorcycle training, and I realized I could do so this month. On a Tuesday, I bought a helmet. Wednesday, I started a two-day class which included the requisite testing to get a motorcycle-endorsed driver's license. At the end of class Thursday, I went to see the motorcycle and arranged to pick it up the next morning, then bought motorcycle insurance online and planned out the next morning. Friday, I had to get cash to pay for the new license, go to the DMV to update my license, get a cashier's check to buy the motorcycle, then drive out with Dad so he could drive my car back as I rode the bike. The couple selling the bike had built thier own house, and Dad, having worked in the housing development business, started talking about the home building process. The wife was only too happy to give us a tour of the whole place while I was only too anxious to get the motorcycle and ride it home. I finally did just that, taking the long, slow way home so I could enjoy the bike longer and not kill myself getting used to it at 80 miles per hour. I can't remember the last time I drove a vehicle and could feel the acceleration when I opened the throttle. It's a good feeling.

In more personal news, I have had a general upturn in my mood since April and have gradually been reconsidering the idea of getting in a relationship and even (gasp) eventually getting married. For the last year or so, I've been growing closer to a friend and becoming more attracted to her, contemplating asking her out, when out of the blue someone I knew several years ago gets in touch and it turns out she wants to re-connect and possibly start going out. So, now I'm trying to figure out what to do without hurting anyone, damaging relationships, or being a fence-riding sleazeball. Whenever I see a happy-go-lucky bird singing contendedly, I wonder what it's like not having to worry about taking motorcycles to the shop, applying to residencies, or navigating relationships. Then I realize it's pretty good being able to enjoy the deep complexities of the human experience. I'm just hoping I clear the hurdles as they continuously pop up. And maybe learn to pick a metaphor and stick with it.
Scott