a few of you might recall the other day when i got wanged by the state trooper in the camaro for 72 in a 55, well i haven't rode since then, and a friend called today and said hey man lets go ride deals gap (isn't very far) and i suprisingly said no.... i told him i had already made plans, i lied through my damn teeth, i had nothing to do and no excuse not to be in the sattel, i just can't shake the feeling of doubt and paranoia now, i fear crawling on my bike beacause i'm (as of now) 2 points from losing my licenses and i gotta be able to get to work, to pay for my bike habbits, but i keep kicking myself in the nuts for it, even though it wasn't my fault, i shouldn't be scared to go ride because of the MAN, but still, i can't seem to shake this sinking feeling in my heart when i look at my bike, i feel like such a loser to have such a beautiful machine and be afraid to ride, mabey it'll go away in a few days, till then my baby is gathering dust, and that is just wrong, thanks for reading my whineing, lol, just kinda had to get that out :thx1: