So, it's been an interesting 2 weeks since I wrote my bike off. The range of reactions has been an eye opener with some unexpected results. The one person I expected (my wife) to be the most up in arms and adamant that it was time for me and motorcycles to part ways was totally and completely the most understanding and supportive. Her response was something to the effect of "I don't like those things and I worry about you (even more now) when you ride but I know what riding means to you." I'm feeling very lucky to have such a tolerant understanding wife.
The interesting ones have been a lot of other people. To build a frame of reference, I work in Whistler, it's ground zero for people doing all kinds of crazy shit and getting hurt really bad (and dying) doing it. I personally have gone through the deaths of two people I knew and worked with from skiing and snowboarding. I know of more people than I can count that have broken necks, backs, legs, arms, gotten major concussions, ruptured spleens, you name it, the list of carnage goes on....yet the response is always "bummer, get back out there as soon as you're better." Nobody ever says "you're not seriously going to ski again?" to people that get hurt. Similarly, write off a car, no one asks if you'll drive again. So many people asking if I was going to get another bike or ride again.
The short answer is "Why yes, yes I am."
And here it is.
Huge thanks to Ted at EMS for sticking around late to mount the new tires on the bike for my cold wet ride home. Ted, you were right, those things were slicker 'n greased owl shit.