The TRAIN has left the RAUSCH station….
The “Train” is actually my beloved 2000 Harley Davidson Nightrain motorcycle. And, after many great years of owning her, she rode out of the Rausch house forever. Can you tell I’m just a tad teary eyed? Even my wife was crying :( How cool is she?? :)
So, why sell a kickass scoot I love to ride? Well, I got this SUCK ASS problem called “Vertigo” – I get dizzy without being fucked up :(
Basically, there’s little balls in our ears (no jokes please) and they move (supposed to) when you tilt your head. But lucky me, the balls get stuck sometimes (okay..who couldn’t joke?). Well, those stuck balls tell my brain I’m looking straight ahead, but my eyes call bullshit to my brain saying “you’re looking sideways! The argument from those two idiots causes me to feel like I’m more fucked up than Lindsey Lohan after a court appearance!
NOT an ideal situation whilst balancing on two wheels going 80mph :( Agree?
I’ve struggled and struggled with the decision to sell it. But, and this is the reason for the post, I had to let her go for something greater. It’s called compromise and a little bit of sacrafice – two words we hate to hear.
I’ve had, since I was about 18, my dream car – a 1969 Dodge Charger SE! Yeah, the Dukes of Hazzard car, but sans the pretty paint and all the other working parts.
I’ve been into sandrails, street legal dunebuggies, motorcycles and whatever else had a gas pedal/steering wheel combo. All these years, and thousands of dollars, and my “Dream Car” sat being more of a shelf than a incredible muscle car :( Now, it’s her time!
Since money doesn’t grow on any trees near my house, I decided rather than wind up either dead or severely fucked up from crashing, that I’d sell the bike and work on my “Dream Car” :)
Now, I don’t know about you, but sometimes the dream is better than the reality right? If we SAY we’re gonna do something, but never do, then it’s still a possibility. BUT, if we COMMIT and actually put our asses on the line, it’s a whole different story.
There’s some psychological bullshit reason I haven’t dedicated my resources to making this car incredibly KICKASS! I think, and stay with me, I’m afraid it’ll never be as good as it is in my head. Then, I’ll have to face reality. Reality sometimes sucks kids.
But, I have two goals:
1. Stay the FUCK out of a hospital (unless I’m visiting)
2. Die without any regrets
Well, if that car never got the attention it deserved before I get on to the next journey in life, I’d be pissed the fuck off!
Now, I have NO EXCUSES! I have money, intent, space, skill, and my passion!
So, what have you been putting off for some crapass reason? What can you sell to make your dream a reality?
Yes, the Train has left the Rausch station, but the Charger is sliding in sideways roaring….”HEELLL YES!!!! IT’s about FUUCKINGGGG TIME!”
Now, go make some decisions of your own to make shit happen before you’re sitting in your own drool mumbling “I shoulda….I coulda…”
All my best for your KICKASS success!!
PS: I sold the BIKE…NOT the helmets :) Perhaps a Streetglide someday??? :)