For the past 11 years, I’ve had Yamaha Fazer (2001 made FZS600 to be precise). As a kid, I was fascinated with motorcycles. By the age of 6 I could tell almost every make and model that I saw (my father was rather patient and knowledgeable – there was no Google in the 80s).
When we would go to the seaside, on a summer vacation, I was awed by the fast race motorcycles whizzing by us on the motorway. That picture was ingrained in my mind.
Later, in the 90s, came the civil wars and the crisis – that have never really ended. Long ago have I made peace with the fact that things will never be back to what I would consider “normal”. Not that it means giving up – just doing what you can to make it as good as possible, but not expecting anything unrealistic. One of my dream bikes was Yamaha Fazer. Made at the end of the 90s, I had never dreamed that I’d ever get to ride one.
Later, as I started working and managed to save some money, Yamaha Fazer I had longed for was almost 10 years old 2nd hand motorcycle – that had never occured to me. So, even though I still couldn’t afford a new one, I could get a second hand one. And so I did. 🙂
It was in rather good condition when I bought it, and I did my best to keep it in good condition. When I first dropped it on a camping trip and scratched some paint, my girlfriend at the time (now my former wife) told me a wise thing: “it’s a mark of a good memory – you’ll have plenty more of those, it’s nothing to worry about”. And she was right – I was stupid to worry about some scratched paint.
Went off to have a lot more drops and falls/crashes (I crash a lot 🙂 – judo training as a child have so far prevented me from having any broken bones). And they have all left their marks on the bike. My first (and second, and third…) trip to the seaside was on that bike. One week trip to Italy – going there in one day – about 1000 kilometers ride (I was younger then).
Today, when people see the motorcycle, most never fail to notice all the scratches, slightly worn rear tyre etc. However, as far as my kid is concerned, it is “a beautiful motorcycle dad has!” And he always wants to sit on it and be ridden. While, by now (5 years old) he does notice loose bolts, or mechanical things out of place on cars and bikes, he’s yet to comment on the scratched paint and other minor imperfections – he sees it for what it really is – a nice bike!
That’s what I call “looking at the world through the eyes of a child”. Disregarding the trivia – looking at the core – both related to things and the people. We could and should learn from our children, just as we learn from the older (and wiser).