It’s getting really close to the end of the year and I feel like I made some forward progress in 2012.

 

Nobody in their right mind is going to mistake me for a biker, but I am firmly on the “guy who owns a motorcycle” side of the fence.

 

 

It’s nice that a few people have even seemed to understand that it’s not a sign of mid-life crisis.  I don’t think it is.

 

It’s not.

 

You know what? I worked hard this year. Maybe physically harder than I’ve ever worked in news.

 

 

I got to cover some great assignments this year, but the overtime and travel always seems to take me away from what I want to do.

 

Plus, not all of it was voluntary, but it all goes with the job and I still love the job.

 

 

So, I spend a great deal of time working long days.

 

A couple hours a day, a few days a week. Ka-ching, it adds up, but it also takes a toll.

 

 

Not being able to do everything I want in the time I have available, never means I shouldn’t or can’t do some things.

 

For at least a decade, I’ve been telling anybody who would listen what I wanted: I wanted to learn how to ride. I wanted to have my motorcycle license. I wanted to own a motorcycle.

 

Heh-heh, on those three points, check, check and check.

 

So, now I get to enjoy the benefits of my efforts.

 

The garage opens, I pull out the bike. I start it up and ride off. I still have a ways to go, but so far you gotta know: It. Feels. Awesome.