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When my motorcycle-racing boyfriend proposed on my 40th birthday, I couldn't tell if it was a joke or a dare. Then I risked all for a life at the track.
  • Congratulations

    I'm glad you both did marry each other.

    I don't have any advice, just wanted to share a similar story. My husband loves his motorcycle although he doesn't race - he rides it on the streets, which can be more dangerous in some ways. We agreed on buying his bike and that he would ride it, with good sense and excellent safety gear, and appropriate insurance.

    Then my daughter was born and then she died and I experienced bitter, twisting fear of losing my husband as well. I wanted to ban the bike so badly and still do. But in talking about it together - and I can't remember who realized it first - we realized that the terrible thing about losing our daughter was that she never got to live. And although there certainly are less risky ways to live (but also many more risky ways), the way to respect the gift of life for us is to leave space to follow passions.

    So my husband rides his bike still. But, I have noticed, he rides a little less and is a bit more careful about riding when he's a little tired, or when it might rain. And I sometimes pace around our home when he's out on his bike and live in fear, but it is not as gripping as it was those first few months.

    It's all a balance. Best of luck in yours.