Since I recently joined the Indian family, having just received my '15 Willow/Cream Vintage, I wanted to share with you a short story that is the reason for my recent Indian purchase.
I am a General Contractor for the VA who travels statewide in Arizona, remodeling homes for disabled veterans. A lot of the veterans I work with have ALS - which just absolutely sucks - which is why I rarely take time off from my projects, because each day is so very precious to them. How can I possibly take time off when they need their projects completed so they can enjoy them with the time they have left? Recently though, one of my ALS veterans pointed out to me that, although he appreciates my working so hard seven days a week because his clock is ticking fast, he also said "Steve, you need to remember that your clock is ticking too, my friend."
I've always been a rider, and I still love the bike I sold to get my Indian, a beautiful Honda Shadow 1100 American Classic Edition (ACE). That's a picture of her attached. She was a great bike, but she wasn't my dream bike, a Willow/Cream Indian Vintage. I always knew, though, that some day soon I'd get my Indian!
In April, I had a minor hip surgery....nothing big, just trimming a labrum and a bone spur to relieve some pain. The last time I had a surgery where bone was affected, it caused a scary pulmonary embolism, so I was placed on blood thinners after this recent surgery.
In May, after running my course of post-op blood thinning, I developed severe pain in my left anke/calf. I was taken to the emergency room, where I was diagnosed with a large DVT and bilateral PE's. Scared the holy crap out of me. I kept thinking about what my friend and client told me. Yes. all of our clocks are ticking a little faster than we may want to admit, and I seemed to be staring my mortality in the face.
After spending a week in the hospital, and having them thin my wonderful marinara sauce blood down to the consistency of gasoline, I was released home with a nice regimen of thinners. And I kept thinking....someday soon may never arrive.
A few days after I got back home, I saw my dream bike while driving by a local dealer. I went home and told my awesome wife that I wanted to buy a new bike Now. Not later, not someday soon, not any more excuses. Now. Susan said I deserve it and should do it. I ordered my Indian Vintage the next day.
I've had Bella (yup, that's her name) for a couple of weeks now, and my initial love affair has been well justified. Someday soon was forced to arrive earlier than I thought, but I'm glad I listened. Don't wait, my friends. Life truly is much too short. Thanks for letting me share.
I am a General Contractor for the VA who travels statewide in Arizona, remodeling homes for disabled veterans. A lot of the veterans I work with have ALS - which just absolutely sucks - which is why I rarely take time off from my projects, because each day is so very precious to them. How can I possibly take time off when they need their projects completed so they can enjoy them with the time they have left? Recently though, one of my ALS veterans pointed out to me that, although he appreciates my working so hard seven days a week because his clock is ticking fast, he also said "Steve, you need to remember that your clock is ticking too, my friend."
I've always been a rider, and I still love the bike I sold to get my Indian, a beautiful Honda Shadow 1100 American Classic Edition (ACE). That's a picture of her attached. She was a great bike, but she wasn't my dream bike, a Willow/Cream Indian Vintage. I always knew, though, that some day soon I'd get my Indian!
In April, I had a minor hip surgery....nothing big, just trimming a labrum and a bone spur to relieve some pain. The last time I had a surgery where bone was affected, it caused a scary pulmonary embolism, so I was placed on blood thinners after this recent surgery.
In May, after running my course of post-op blood thinning, I developed severe pain in my left anke/calf. I was taken to the emergency room, where I was diagnosed with a large DVT and bilateral PE's. Scared the holy crap out of me. I kept thinking about what my friend and client told me. Yes. all of our clocks are ticking a little faster than we may want to admit, and I seemed to be staring my mortality in the face.
After spending a week in the hospital, and having them thin my wonderful marinara sauce blood down to the consistency of gasoline, I was released home with a nice regimen of thinners. And I kept thinking....someday soon may never arrive.
A few days after I got back home, I saw my dream bike while driving by a local dealer. I went home and told my awesome wife that I wanted to buy a new bike Now. Not later, not someday soon, not any more excuses. Now. Susan said I deserve it and should do it. I ordered my Indian Vintage the next day.
I've had Bella (yup, that's her name) for a couple of weeks now, and my initial love affair has been well justified. Someday soon was forced to arrive earlier than I thought, but I'm glad I listened. Don't wait, my friends. Life truly is much too short. Thanks for letting me share.
