Well, my NH 750 is gone. The same day I went in for surgery my insurance company hauled it away. The frame was slightly bent so they proclaimed it a total loss. Here is my wife Marni in the process of replacing the aftermarket shocks I put on last October with the stockers. When I returned from the hospital and the bike was gone it was a bit of a sad day for me. I know that the fun I've had riding on the road the last 5 years is over. But, when 1 door closes another 1 opens. I was spending way too much of my free time with my mc and mc friends. I now realize that I was neglecting my family. My girls are 14,11, and 8 and before I know it they will be grown and gone. I want them to have good memories of me. My own dad died at age 39 of a heart attack. I was 9 when he died. He was a great breadwinner and he would talk to me and throw the ball around with me when he was home, but that was rare. I really can barely remember my dad. I feel I'm a good breadwinner for my family but I need to spend more time with them. We are going to have several mini vacations this summer at Magic Springs/Crystal Falls in Hot Springs, AR. My youngest daughter Isabella is going to ride dirtbikes with me when I recoup from the crash. I still hope I can get all my girls to start a fitness program and maybe compete in track. I look forward to lots of good times ahead with my family. I can do all things through Christ who strenghtens me.