clutchslip
Not as fast as I look.
- Joined
- Nov 15, 2004
- Location
- Corkscrew-me-Carousel
- Moto(s)
- Ones faster than I can ride them.
- Name
- Skippy Dog
- BARF perks
- AMA #: 400179
I just heard that a friend of mine died on his birthday from an alcohol/drug overdose. I am sure it was intentional. He was on a downslide for some time.
I am posting because of the sleep/depression thread and just as a warning to those who lose touch with the positive things. I include the brief following background, just for empathy sake and for any rubberneckers who are lurking.
I first met this guy in Tujunga back in the '70s. He built choppers in his garage. It was a short acquaintance. Fast forward to 1991 and I end up in the same homeowner's association, here in Santa Cruz. He hadn't ridden in 15 years, because of family obligations, work, and other life vicissitudes. I harped on him a lot about riding again. Finally, I took him to an AMA weekend at Laguna Seca, back when there were still lots of bike vendors, etc.. It worked, and he bought himself a new Harley, which we all called the purple teletubby. He and I did a couple of rides together, but he always worried about keeping up with the sportbike. The guy could seriously ride, so I didn't care, but he worried.
Marriage issues, daughter issues, job issues, and the final issue, broke him: His son from a previous marriage, who grew up with his mother, killed his wife. I spent a lot of time with him shortly after that happened, but he needed much more help than I could offer. He ended up losing his job, getting divorced, selling their house, and drinking and dope smoking himself into a regular stupor. I hadn't heard from him in almost two years, when his ex-wife called to say he was gone.
Anyway - If you can't do it on your own, get some help for your problems. No point in dying and having old biker boys like me write about you on some silly biker forum.
Ride in Peace, Dennis - You suck!
I am posting because of the sleep/depression thread and just as a warning to those who lose touch with the positive things. I include the brief following background, just for empathy sake and for any rubberneckers who are lurking.
I first met this guy in Tujunga back in the '70s. He built choppers in his garage. It was a short acquaintance. Fast forward to 1991 and I end up in the same homeowner's association, here in Santa Cruz. He hadn't ridden in 15 years, because of family obligations, work, and other life vicissitudes. I harped on him a lot about riding again. Finally, I took him to an AMA weekend at Laguna Seca, back when there were still lots of bike vendors, etc.. It worked, and he bought himself a new Harley, which we all called the purple teletubby. He and I did a couple of rides together, but he always worried about keeping up with the sportbike. The guy could seriously ride, so I didn't care, but he worried.
Marriage issues, daughter issues, job issues, and the final issue, broke him: His son from a previous marriage, who grew up with his mother, killed his wife. I spent a lot of time with him shortly after that happened, but he needed much more help than I could offer. He ended up losing his job, getting divorced, selling their house, and drinking and dope smoking himself into a regular stupor. I hadn't heard from him in almost two years, when his ex-wife called to say he was gone.
Anyway - If you can't do it on your own, get some help for your problems. No point in dying and having old biker boys like me write about you on some silly biker forum.
Ride in Peace, Dennis - You suck!
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