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Nodding to other bikers

July 11, 2007 by wroolie Leave a Comment

I’ve been riding the motorcycle for about six weeks now. It finally dawned on me the other day that bikers nod to each other. All this time, I hadn’t noticed. I guess I was too focused on watching the road for occasional dead squirrels, deer, or foxes to even look at bikers going in the opposite direction.

This feels kind of cool. I’m in the club. I can nod to the other bikers and they nod back. Well, it’s not that easy–I can’t just give a big smile and nod like Dopey from the seven dwarfs. I have to give a stony-faced, slow, tough-guy nod as I pass other bikers.

You know who else always nod or wave to each other when they pass? Bus drivers. Whenever I take the bus, I notice the driver always waves at the driver of the bus coming the opposite direction. I always wonder if they know each other. Have they ever attempted a moving high five? I always assumed that these drivers know each other because they see each other around the depot.

Imagine being a bus driver and passing the same bus with the same driver every day several times a day. They must get sick of each other, really. Maybe every time they pass, they get a thought like “I’ll have to remember to tell him I like his new haircut” and then keep having the same thought every time they pass the other driver, then forget all about it when they get to the depot. Anyway, it’s not that way with bikers. Bikers don’t all know each other and we (my new clique) always nod to each other.

The biking community is really very helpful. A few weeks ago when I dropped my bike, a fellow biker stopped to help me out when I had trouble getting the engine started after using the emergency cut-off switch.

The bike is great, by the way. I rode up the A34 this evening and was surprised to see that I had the bike at over 90mph. Scary. I didn’t think I was going so fast. I usually stick to the country roads on my way in to work. It’s always nice to take the bike for a quick tour around Newbury at lunchtime since there are so many places for a bike to park. I’m having a lot of fun.

Filed Under: Motorcycles

Live Earth at Wembley

July 10, 2007 by wroolie 1 Comment

So we attended the Live Earth Concert all day on Saturday. It was a great show. I’ve never been to anything like it. The top acts, in my opinion, were the Red Hot Chili Peppers and Snow Patrol.

It was strange sitting in the crowd. I’m sure everyone in the crowd looked excited to the viewers watching at home. Sitting in the crowd, you get to see how varied everyone’s tastes are. The two middle-age ladies sitting next to us weren’t very interested in Metallica. The young early-twenties girls sitting in front of us leaped to their feet for the Black-eyed Peas and Pussycat Dolls.

I didn’t bring my camera. I didn’t want to travel all the way in and find that I couldn’t get in without it. But I did take some pictures with my camera phone and put them up on Flickr. The quality is pretty poor and there was no zoom, so you can see the stage and stadium, but no performers. The flickr link is here.

This is the first concert I’ve attended in over ten years. Later this summer, it will be Prince at the Millennium Dome (the O2). Can’t wait.

Filed Under: The Environment

Making it up as I go

July 6, 2007 by wroolie Leave a Comment

Making big changes in your life is very difficult, especially if you are not entirely sure how you are going to do it. There’s an expectation that you have to have a plan for everything before you start. Something in our heads tells us we need to have a plan from a-to-z and not just a-to-b.

Anyone who has ever been in the military knows how difficult it is to get out. It is the job of a re-enlistement officer to sit down with you and try to get you to re-enlist. Unlike the first recruiter you spoke to, this guy can’t make you unrealistic promises of a fantastic life in the military (travel, adventure, etc). Instead, the re-enlistment officer scares you with the prospect of unemployment. At 22 years old and contemplating leaving the Army as my four-year enlistment was up, the re-enlistement officer hit me with all the scary questions:

“So if you leave the Army, what will you do then?”, he asked.

“I don’t know. Go to school, I guess.” I answered. I felt guilty because I didn’t have an exact plan to give him.

“Ah. So you’re going to make your wife work for you, huh?”

“Well, no. I’ll get a job.” I say defensively.

“What if you can’t get a job? It’s a tough world out there. Believe me, I’d hate to see a bright guy like you out on the streets.”

He then asks questions about how I will handle my medical expenses and all that other stuff that a 22-year-old shouldn’t be concerned with. I was so close to re-enlisting out of fear that it scares me today. I would have been a staff sargeant now, probably. I’d be one of those miserable people I worked with who talked about retiring in just 14 short years. Then life would really start, I suppose.

The re-enlistment officer almost had me because he wanted me to justify my entire future to him. He wanted me to tell him my entire plan for the rest of my life. I didn’t have a plan. I still don’t. I have a rough idea, but I’m still open to the idea of new opportunities arising.

But, luckily, I held my breath and jumped. At the last minute (literally), I decided not to re-enlist. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I knew I needed to change something in my life. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do, but I was sure I didn’t want to be a carreer soldier. I traded job security for an unknown future. I was terrified, but it worked out in the end.

This doesn’t just happen in the military.

The same thing happened several years ago when I was working too long in a job I couldn’t stand. I was miserable in this job but was afraid to leave. The old job security phantom was keeping me there. It was during the dot com bust and it seemed that everyone was out of work. For a while, I kept sending my CV out but didn’t get anything but a few interviews. Everyone in the market was available immediately (because they had been made redundant) and I had a one-month notice period to contend with. Finally, after about a year of fruitless job searching, I decided to leave.

I quit my job without another one to go to. I had no savings and two kids. Again, I was terrified. Again, I heard the same questions:

“What are you going to do?”

“What if you don’t find anything?”

“You have a family to think of. What about them?”

Everyone wanted me to explain myself and tell them my whole plan for the future. I didn’t know my whole plan. I didn’t know how to get from a-to-z, but I knew what a-to-b was: I needed to leave (then I would look for c).

It was tough, but the risk paid off. Very well. Other people (who were even more miserable than I was) stayed with the company until they were made redundant.

I’m all for planning. When possible, I will have a strategy mapped out. I always prefer certainty to uncertainty. Sometimes you really need a plan (you wouldn’t topple a dictator without knowing how to set up the ensuing government, for example). But sometimes you just need to take the plunge and get started. When everything is riding on that decision, you’re mentality changes. From the comfort zone, everything looks hard. When you take the plunge, you find ways to cope with the difficulties and move towards the direction you want to go.

I hate to be the geek who quotes movie lines, but . . .

As Indiana Jones says?”I’m making this up as I go.”

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