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Message started by Lupo on 10/04/10 at 22:54:02

Title: Addiction
Post by Lupo on 10/04/10 at 22:54:02

You know, between this forum and facebook I have no time for the meaningful things in life, like TV :)

Title: Re: Addiction
Post by kimchris1 on 10/05/10 at 03:27:19

Lupo, we all have on and off buttons..Well some of us do.. ;D ;D ;D ;D kim

Title: Re: Addiction
Post by babyhog on 10/05/10 at 05:05:25

That's one of the reasons that I don't Facebook! ;)

Title: Re: Addiction
Post by Phelonius on 10/05/10 at 12:21:58

Hi, my name is Phelonius and I am a cycloholic. I have purchased an average of slightly more than one motorcycle a year for 45 years now.
I realize there is no possible hope for me.
12 steps is just 12 new motorcycles for me in my search for THE MOTORCYCLE.

Phelonius

Title: Re: Addiction
Post by EJID on 10/05/10 at 13:52:14

576F626B68696E7274070 wrote:

+1 ;D ;D ;D

Title: Re: Addiction
Post by gerald.hughes on 10/05/10 at 13:53:36

Phelonius,

But is your life unmanageable because of your cycoholism. Still manageable, then-NO PROBLEM.

Title: Re: Addiction
Post by Bug Chaser on 10/05/10 at 14:21:50

Hello,
My name is Bug Chaser and I too have this problem.

It all started about 45 year ago when I took off my training wheels and went, dare I say, two wheeling. It was just recreational use at first but then I started experimenting with 5 then 10 speeds. The slow, almost unnoticed, dependency of going faster and farther had me in its irresistible grip. I just could not control myself. Then one day I did it, mounted a mini-bike!

Just to try it, mom always said that they would lead to the bigger thrill, but what did she know, and besides I always told my self that I could stop at anytime. From there it was a direct path to dirt bikes. I could not control myself going through the woods popin the occasional wheelie, my face frozen in that addicts grin. Oh momma was so right. Then about high school, I went all the way down, rode a used Honda 305. I had to have it. Every muscle in my body ached with anticipation of the pleasure it would bring.

I hid it from momma but by this time, she too was in denial, not my son he is a good boy. But it was true, I was a Motorcycle enthusiast. I alone must endure this addiction. Constantly feeding the insatiable appetite that drives me. Seeking out others of my kind and hoping, no praying, for just one more ride to satisfy my inner demons.

Oh you Savage how you taunt me with your lure of the open road.

Live fee,
Ride often,
Face each curve with your head up