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Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada
Brian & Deya met in Vancouver Canada. After a few years together we were married and made choices. One was not to have children the other was not to take life for granted. The rest is yet to come.

December 06, 2009

Shakespear - "All the world is a stage and the men and women the players"






Pure, intense joy, that's what it is to be home in a place so wonderful and so full of life that it would seem foolish and unthinkable to ever leave. Yet leave is exactly what I had to do, exactly what I had done before returning to my friends and family for a second time. It was almost unbearable to finally make it back only to be turned around because, "You have unfinished work." I can't tell you how hard that is, despite my efforts to resist, they were right and I knew it, I had to return to the show, the facade, the play and the players.

June 13th, 2006 Deya and I were on our bikes headed to Mexico. Deya was riding her 500cc Suzuki and I was on a 750 Katana. We had just left San Fransisco heading South East when I hit a rather large hole in the road. I was pulling off the interstate at a well marked pull-out to wait for Deya in rather extreme rush hour traffic when I hit what looked like a trench. I impacted the top of the bike hard, I looked up thinking that the bike was definitely damaged, I may be injured but I'm still up and have a chance at controlling the stop. I was wrong, there were more.



By now I'm about one foot off the pavement and I see the next trench, my last though was to hit the gas and try to lighten the front tire so I don't nose dive, I never made it. I flew through the air, I don't recall seeing anything but I remember landing. I could feel my left hand being dragged across my stomach from left to right and I thought calmly that my fingers were being broken or torn off. I rolled forward, head over heels, and heard my legs flop loosely to the ground with a thump, I thought, "I'm okay, now it is time to rest."



I opened my eyes and the world came into focus, more alive, more vivid and more real than it had ever been before. I was surrounded by people and dear friends, all caring, all concerned and all happy to see me. It was a lovely place and I knew immediately that I was home, like a hero returning from some great adventure everyone was overjoyed at my success. They were happy at what I had accomplished and the kind of person I had become after such a long struggle and that I was home. I couldn't even contain the overwhelming sense of joy as I looked around and soaked in the surrounding and the compassion of the good people around me. They were close to me, they were protecting me.



It was then that I was told how happy everyone was to have me home but that I still had responsibilities, I still had work to do and that I would have to go back. "No, no, no, no!", I screamed, like a little child stamping his feet I was upset. I didn't want to leave, it was so clear, so obvious now and the thought of having to return to that difficult, dull and painful job was just dreadful. But they made me leave, gently, lovingly, knowing that it was the right thing to do, they sent me back.



I can hear screaming, it's my wife, she's obviously upset. Someone is holding my head, my helmet is still on and I'm very comfortable. The realness of it comes back slowly and I'm impressed at how superficial it all seems and wonder why I never noticed that before. I look up and see Deya, red faced and tears streaming down her cheeks, begging me not to leave her, "Please don't leave me Brian, you cant die, please don't leave me." I'm not concerned but I feel badly for her and the obvious struggle she's engaged in. My body starts to convulse, I feel it shaking and wonder about that.



Reality comes back to me and I'm home again, surrounded by my people and I'm happy. The pure joy is not so intense now and I'm able to interact more. I agree that I know what I need to do now and they're happy that I see the importance of returning and so I'm helped again to return to the show. My objective is pretty clear now and they explained it well enough without really telling me anything.



Back again, but now Deya is running around. I can see her running from person to person with no idea what to do, she's screaming and crying and generally having a hard time getting in control. I asked the lady holding my head to call my wife over. When Deya comes over I tell her to be calm, that everything will be fine. I think that I need to find some way to keep her busy so I asked her to get the camera and take pictures, oddly, the thought of an old friend who accidentally shot himself in the leg came to me. His first reaction was to ask his buddy to grab his camera for posterity. It seemed like a good idea and would keep her preoccupied.



I returned home again, this time to say thank-you and to acknowledge my task. As I begin to leave I recognized that it requires less assistance than the previous times. I know now what my current mission is. The foggy fuzz of life comes back to me and I'm fully involved, no longer thinking about home, I'm focused on my task. Some one is cutting off my jacket, my pants have already been cut off, so I asked them not to cut of my boots too. I really loved those boots and there was nothing wrong with my feet!

On the way to the hospital via helicopter, I had a general sense of accomplishment as I reflected on the first time I left the show. It was fourteen years earlier and I was in a serious military accident. It was different than this time, fortunately, it was in another life, but that's another story.

December 01, 2009

BMW Performance Riding Center

It's my birthday and I'll ride if I want to. Not very original but neither are birthdays and I've never much cared for them either. I do love to ride though and when my lovely wife Deya surprised me with a ticket and a three day tour out of the BMW Performance Riding Center in Greenville South Carolina... I was impressed.

It takes about 12 hours to fly there but was totally worth it. I got to pick my own bike, F800GS with TKC-80's and a tank full of fun. We started out in a small group about seven and did some training on the first day, simple but valuable stuff like panic stops on dirt and moving independently of the bike.


After that it was on the road, the staff and riders, some new and some old, pounding down road and dirt combined.

I've been down some beautiful pieces of road in my 20+ years of riding but the combination of finely engineered roads, dirt and scenery the staff picked out for the route was marvelous, good job guys. It really helps to be riding with experts and the folks at BMW are some of the best instructors in the world.

I won't go into detail about the trip except to say it's worth it and I'd consider it as a great vacation event if you only have a week. Greenville, SC is a nice place too. BMW also offers other courses that are worth their weight in twisted metal so check it out if you have a chance. http://www.xplorgs.com/


If you want to see some fabulous pictures check out the instructors site, Ray Helms, great guy and takes some fine photos. Try to find me in the video, I'll be the fellow trying to attach myself to the back of Rays bike. http://www.rayhelms.com/


After the course I'm more excited to ride than ever before and super impressed with the kind of throttling my 800 can take. I was banging around corners dragging the pegs with knobbies on, I can't believe it, outstanding! I even ran out of gas on the highway, it's a good story so I'll tell it.

We were heading back towards our mystery hotel for the night but first we had to get fuel. The staff had mapped out the route well enough so that everyone would get from point to point without fuel issues. at one of the stops prior to the fueling I mentioned I was getting low. They checked a few other bikes and mine seemed to have extra miles on it. They said they'd get it checked out back at the shop but we all had enough fuel for the trip, as they had calculated. As luck would have it we were about 15 minutes to the petrol station when I ran dry. They couldn't figure out at first how they had miscalculated the miles until one of the other guests said, "The extra miles are probably from his back tire spinning all the time...lol..". I admitted that might have added up, probably didn't help that I was riding her like I stole her, high RPM's and not to mention I was going so hard I backtracked and did a few routes twice..hahah.. You know sometimes it's just so good you have to turn around and do it again.

In all I'm grateful for the trip, the people there and the staff. I hope another opportunity comes up for me to do that one again.