KittenMeat
Wannabie Member
So, I've been lurking a bit, but finally decided to post.
about me: I'm a student doctor, getting my training in medicine rotating through the various specialties before I have to settle down and pick one. I'm either going primary care, ER, or Psychiatry. I like em each for different reasons...
I'm 31, medicine is a second career for me (or maybe third?) Before this, I was a teacher/tutor, and then after that bicycle mechanic and bike and moto messenger in San Francisco. I quit the courier work when health problems kind of knocked me down and out. I was pretty unhealthy, unhappy, was told I looked like a cancer patient. Around then I decided to go back to school and do it for real this time 100% in. I've been doing medicine ever since.
Why motorcycles? Well, Life sort of kicked the shit out of me about 7 or 8 years ago. I had just moved back from Tokyo, and was in a real shite abusive relationship. With a great amount of help from friends and family, I kicked it to the curb. I was in a really bad place, mentally.
Since I was 17, I'd had my motorcycle license, but never owned one. As soon as the ink dried on my license, my family sent me to do some volunteer work in an ER/OR. I saw so many accidents, I sort of rethought my own maturity level, and put away those dreams.
In a moment of manic hope, or perhaps depressed fatalism, I decided that nothing in my life had killed me yet, so fuck it. I was walking to get a cup of coffee after drinking way too much the night prior, and I saw a little motorcycle shop that prepped track bikes. Inside, I was pretty sure I saw a gorgeous yellow SV650. I bought it on the spot.
Motorcycles gave me confidence in myself that I had never had in my entire life. I actually felt like a bad ass, instead of just bad all the time. I eventually even felt good enough to ask this geeky cute shy girl out (I'm quite a geek too. Lived in Japan, studied Japanese...used to read manga). We took a trip to Tokyo together months later, then we both moved out to California. A few years ago, I finally got into med school. Last year we got engaged. Things look a lot better, and I can't help but think that little yellow SV650 represented a radical change in direction. Motorcycles change direction quite well, but we forget that the riders do too. =)
I've gone through a few SV650's since then, each in different formats (standard naked, S model, and now first gen cafe styled, which I'm half assed selling right now) I started racing mountain bikes, then cyclocross bikes. I gradually learned that you really can do anything, as long as you take it slow, practice, and decide that it's worth doing, and refuse to give up.
so that was long. Sorry. I do that sometimes.
so...Where does it hurt?
^_-
about me: I'm a student doctor, getting my training in medicine rotating through the various specialties before I have to settle down and pick one. I'm either going primary care, ER, or Psychiatry. I like em each for different reasons...
I'm 31, medicine is a second career for me (or maybe third?) Before this, I was a teacher/tutor, and then after that bicycle mechanic and bike and moto messenger in San Francisco. I quit the courier work when health problems kind of knocked me down and out. I was pretty unhealthy, unhappy, was told I looked like a cancer patient. Around then I decided to go back to school and do it for real this time 100% in. I've been doing medicine ever since.
Why motorcycles? Well, Life sort of kicked the shit out of me about 7 or 8 years ago. I had just moved back from Tokyo, and was in a real shite abusive relationship. With a great amount of help from friends and family, I kicked it to the curb. I was in a really bad place, mentally.
Since I was 17, I'd had my motorcycle license, but never owned one. As soon as the ink dried on my license, my family sent me to do some volunteer work in an ER/OR. I saw so many accidents, I sort of rethought my own maturity level, and put away those dreams.
In a moment of manic hope, or perhaps depressed fatalism, I decided that nothing in my life had killed me yet, so fuck it. I was walking to get a cup of coffee after drinking way too much the night prior, and I saw a little motorcycle shop that prepped track bikes. Inside, I was pretty sure I saw a gorgeous yellow SV650. I bought it on the spot.
Motorcycles gave me confidence in myself that I had never had in my entire life. I actually felt like a bad ass, instead of just bad all the time. I eventually even felt good enough to ask this geeky cute shy girl out (I'm quite a geek too. Lived in Japan, studied Japanese...used to read manga). We took a trip to Tokyo together months later, then we both moved out to California. A few years ago, I finally got into med school. Last year we got engaged. Things look a lot better, and I can't help but think that little yellow SV650 represented a radical change in direction. Motorcycles change direction quite well, but we forget that the riders do too. =)
I've gone through a few SV650's since then, each in different formats (standard naked, S model, and now first gen cafe styled, which I'm half assed selling right now) I started racing mountain bikes, then cyclocross bikes. I gradually learned that you really can do anything, as long as you take it slow, practice, and decide that it's worth doing, and refuse to give up.
so that was long. Sorry. I do that sometimes.
so...Where does it hurt?
^_-
