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Other than simple times with my kids mine would have to be two weeks of adventure on Tahiti, Moorea, and Bora Bora. Diving, mountain trails, exploring the atolls, tall exotic drinks. I could go on! I still have lots to do though. Let’s hear from some of you O.G.s. One thing about us is we old guys have some stories to share.
I am still searching for the TIME OF MY LIFE. I have had many great moments but I am always in search of more. A friend of mine was going through a divorce and needed me to “watch” his Harley for awhile because the judge wanted him to sell it and split the profit with his soon to be ex-wife. So I bought it for $1.00 with the understanding I would have to sell it back in 6 - 8 months for $2.00 (I have to make a profit). I lived in Southern CA at the time and my friend was in Northern CA. I flew up to his place, spent the night and took off on I-80 West down I-99 which turned into I-5 and drove back home. It should have taken me about 8 - 9 hours but it took me 14. There was such a freedom in driving this bike. I would stop in small towns along the way and just smelled and enjoyed the drive like I have never enjoyed a drive before. I would come home from work, hop on the bike and head down PCH to Balboa. It just chilled me out so much. I will always remember my 8 months with the Harley. I have a large family and I am self employed and it has been hard to get one of my own. It is still my dream to get back on a Harley and LIVE again. It was a great time and I will always be grateful to my friend for that experience.
let’s see
in 2005 I spent two weeks touring Ireland without a guide or being part of a tour - I thought that was the time of my life
In 2007 I cruised the Hawaiian Islands - I thought that was the time of my life
In both cases I was wrong
Sitting in my back yard after cutting the lawn with a good cold beer in my hand, smelling the hickory smoke from the BBQ, with my wife sitting next to me & my black Lab at my feet - that’s the time of my life!
This doesn’t mean I’ll stop traveling. There’s still a lot of places I haven’t been, or want to see again,
but the simple stuff should never be taken for granted.
I think the ‘time of your life’ IS your life. It’s the memories you make that make your life.
I’ve rappelled from a helicopter on to the deck of a moving ship, marched the 4days march around Nijmegen Holland, been in combat, sat in my back yard listening to nature and not hearing a single man made sound, played front-man in a country band in front of 100’s once… a group of 3 another time, truly vacationed for the first time in my life with my wife in Thailand, raised 3 kids (the first of which hits college in a week or so), walked-drove-and-flown through Afghanistan surrounded by friends and enemies, seen Austria, Cyprus, UAE, Mexico, much of Canada and the US, some of England, not enough of Germany and too much of Haiti.. and I’m just turning 40. On the horizon I see winter sailing in the Bahamas, a circumnavigation of the world, a full working farm, self-employment and more.. can’t wait for it all! I’m a young ‘old-guy’. Body’s still pretty good, and I’ve got a lot more wisdom than I did before and I know there’s more to come. I will never get to do all that I want, but I’m sure going to try!!
The time of my life was being present when my son was born, and he being my shadow. When he was old enough to ride on my shoulders, he went everywhere with me. And while he was very young, I had a super stock dirt track car that my partner & I ran every weekend. Starting when he was 3 years olds, he had been watching for for a while in starting the race car. He took it upon himself to learn how to start the car. So to make himself feel like he was part of the team, and I was working on the car to prep for the coming race, he would plant himself in the driver’s seat, and when ever I wanted the car started, he was right there to flip the right switches for the engine to come to life. So he became the designated car starter. These simple pleasures are what I have to define as “the time of my life”!
I am still searching for the TIME OF MY LIFE. I have had many great moments but I am always in search of more. A friend of mine was going through a divorce and needed me to “watch” his Harley for awhile because the judge wanted him to sell it and split the profit with his soon to be ex-wife. So I bought it for $1.00 with the understanding I would have to sell it back in 6 - 8 months for $2.00 (I have to make a profit). I lived in Southern CA at the time and my friend was in Northern CA. I flew up to his place, spent the night and took off on I-80 West down I-99 which turned into I-5 and drove back home. It should have taken me about 8 - 9 hours but it took me 14. There was such a freedom in driving this bike. I would stop in small towns along the way and just smelled and enjoyed the drive like I have never enjoyed a drive before. I would come home from work, hop on the bike and head down PCH to Balboa. It just chilled me out so much. I will always remember my 8 months with the Harley. I have a large family and I am self employed and it has been hard to get one of my own. It is still my dream to get back on a Harley and LIVE again. It was a great time and I will always be grateful to my friend for that experience.
it’s never too late to get one… or you can opt for a cheaper bike. the most important thing is to feel that good and free again.
