A friend, with... concerns.

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Perhaps I am too old to ride.  In... some ways?  Maybe he is correct.  More regarding concentration.  The... concern... about my suffering, damage?  Not so much.

I have tried to explain that my healing is more akin to that of an exceedingly healthy child.  Large patches of skin have been replaced in weeks.  Bruising which was expected to take a year to heal will be gone in two months.  Twists and kinks, which in the first place should have been breaks, are nearly back to normal.

And, that was without protective gear of any sort.  Not even the shoes I was wearing were right.  Just... not... what I should have worn to ride.  That and landing headfirst, and rolling on that.  By the way, the... odd bumps and cuts and bruises are gone, from up there.  They... went from the forehead temple area, where I hit first, to the back of my skull, near the neck bones.  All over the place.  And from several hard, hard rolls.  All... good now.

Oh, sure, I'm still sore.  Sometimes, some whole days, something awful.  If I suspect, at this point, the pain is the last of the healing process.  Muscle and tenons knitting, wounds still growing and fast... maybe too fast.  Though, too, other things.  From being in an old body, which is nearly dead from other things.

I... am not so worried about the motorcycle.  If I will wear gear from now on.

I only suggested, for him, that he base his risk analysis on his ability to heal.  If a minor scrape takes a month?  Don't do it.  If a major wound (usually) can heal in weeks?  There you go.

He's... more tech.  Sure, he knows some of my... odd nature.  Or... suspects?  Difficult to say.  He's a clever lad.  If too, he knows I'm not that kind, and isn't that kind himself.  But... strange things abound, anyway.  And, being a techy, a bit of a nerd that way, and such... when these vids popped, I had to laugh.

The way I had wanted it, for so long, just isn't the way it is.  His solution(s) is closer to it than mine.  I... don't know that.  But... through... no fault of mine, and not through tech.  More... a metaphysics thing?  God said so?  Maybe.  I certainly played no part in it.

I had to chuckle.  I can almost watch the ticking and solution creation going on in some minds.  No hate, just... curiosity at this point.  I... like watching some minds.  Some few rare ones.  Man, woman, even child, if the mind is curious and can ask what isn't considered proper, but is... real, in some ways?  Something.  Ask real questions, explore possible if improbable solutions.  Query.

In time, if you ask the right questions?  Who knows.  Only one way to find out.