The end of a hobby

My husband and I had one hobby we shared. I'm more of a nature girl, you know horse back riding, nature photography, and hiking. He is more of a motor head, race cars, four wheelers and such. Our second date was riding four wheelers at the sand dunes on the coast.


We sold that four wheeler to buy our first house eleven years ago.

Three years ago when he suggested we buy two more I was ok with it. I wanted to find a common interest that we would both be into and I always loved going fast.
I got a nice white and purple Suzuki, it was mine, all mine and I loved it.

I loved going fast and jumping. I could keep up with the boys.

Now, I understood how dangerous it could be.

But I chose to take a calculated risk. I figured I was cautious and therefore I would be safe.
My boy loved riding too, he wanted his own someday. I was ok with that too, this was a family affair, we would all be into this sport.

Then this last July a very dear friend of mine. Someone who was just like me, kept up with the boys, but cautious and good at riding. She nearly lost her life when she crashed. She had more surgeries than I can count, and I'll never forget the look on her husbands face when he told us.
"I looked at my three month old baby and thought, no he can't be without his mom"

I thought about my own boy and then about my "calculated"risk.

I couldn't get on that four wheeler again. I couldn't risk it, I didn't want my son to grow up risking it either.


So this month we sold our quads and their trailer. I'm on to other hobbies, maybe I'll take up horseback riding again, or maybe I'll just stick to photography.