Kevin Pashuk en Lifestyle, Publishers & Bloggers, beBee in English Chief Information Officer - Appleby College/ beBee Brand Ambassador • Appleby College and beBee 23/11/2016 · 2 min de lectura · +700

Old Boots, an Old Motorcycle, and a Sense of Adventure

Old Boots, an Old Motorcycle, and a Sense of Adventure

In my closet I have a pair of cowboy boots.

They aren’t much to look at.

In fact, they are pretty stained and beat up.

But I’m very, very attached to these bits of leather.

I don’t normally keep every pair of old shoes, but these are special.

From the broken cinch tab, to the oil stain on the right boot, to the worn spot on the left toe from the shifter, they tell me a story.

While I’ve actually ridden a horse while wearing them, these boots were an integral part of my life when I had a motorcycle parked in my driveway.

For those of you who actually care about such things, it was a 1984 Honda Goldwing Aspencade – the original behemoth touring bike. It was large, and comfortable, and even had a coffee cup holder for the long journeys.

Old Boots, an Old Motorcycle, and a Sense of Adventure

Those who are bikers know there’s a practical purpose for boots on a motorcycle, as those who have ever burned their ankle on an exhaust pipe can attest.

Aside from looking cool, boots are part of your safety gear.

So… where are you going with this Kevin?

In my life I have found that there are two types of people…

Those who have a passion for the feeling of freedom that riding a motorcycle down a winding country road can impart…

… and those who are still trying to understand why their life doesn’t make sense.

If you haven’t figured it out, I’m in the first group.

At least I was.

We were living in a house without a garage.

I was less than a kilometer away from my work.

I had a schedule that was fully booked, even on weekends.

So the bike was sitting.

And sitting.

Which isn’t good for either people or motorcycles.

So I found a home for the bike where it would be ridden.

It was a hard thing, but it was the right thing to do.

Holding onto that bike for the sake of having it wasn’t smart.

But the interesting thing was, I found out it wasn’t the motorcycle that gave me a sense of freedom.

It was the experience of breaking out of my normal pattern and doing something daring, and bold, and exhilarating.

My motorcycle fed my sense of adventure.

Something we are all born with, but is somehow ‘trained’ out of us by the challenges of adulthood, careers, relationships, and society.

We are told that ‘steady as she goes’ is the surest path to success, that being ‘safe’ is good, and being adventuresome is foolhardy.

When I look back on my life and catalog the moments that I cherish and the moments I regret, there seems to be a pattern.

Each and every one of the moments I am proudest of involved an adventure… moving out of my comfort zone and trying new things…

… My regrets (because hindsight is 20:20) are those times I played it safe and didn’t take risks.

Now I’m not talking about the kind of risks that would lose the house and farm, or stupidly risk your life (although if you are in the second camp about the motorcycle thing you may disagree).

I’m talking about breaking out of the ‘safe’, the ‘predictable’ and the ‘I’m doing it because everyone else is doing it’ pattern of living.

I’m talking about not letting fear and bias get in the way of trying something new.

Time for a segue…

When my youngest son was 18 and about to graduate high school, I asked him to summarize all the fatherly wisdom I had given him in one sentence.

Much of my advice was about the very concept above… to be his own person, to try new things, to be real about the risks…

His summary, which took him about 2 seconds to formulate, was the following:

“Don’t be Stupid!”

(Which actually makes sense when you think about it)

So… back to the story.

While the motorcycle is living at a new home, I still have the boots.

They are a reminder to me that I need to be adventuresome… in my life, in my family, in my career.

They remind me that I need to make the time for adventure.

… and getting back to the reason I wore the boots on the bike, they also say to me… “Don’t be Stupid”.


Images: K.W.Pashuk

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Old Boots, an Old Motorcycle, and a Sense of AdventureI’m the Chief Information Officer for Appleby College, in Oakville, Ontario Canada, where my team is transforming the delivery of education through innovative application of technology. I'm also a beBee Brand Ambassador.

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Dean Owen 2/12/2016 · #9

Those boots were indeed made for riding, and I must say, nice ride! I don't see many Goldwings here in Asia, but when I do, the dude sure looks happy! (and often has music blaring).

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David B. Grinberg 23/11/2016 · #8

Just don't kick too many people around with those boots, Kevin! (lol)

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Kevin Baker 23/11/2016 · #7

Every thing in moderation including moderation

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Phil Friedman 23/11/2016 · #6

#5 nor mine in respect of my lust for Nancy Sinatra...

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Kevin Pashuk 23/11/2016 · #5

#4 Them boots are made for riding Phil, and for days when my wife's not home to stop me from wearing them. (She's not a big fan of the latent cowboy in me).

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Phil Friedman 23/11/2016 · #4

Kevin, those boots look like they're made for walkin'... Interesting perspective on risk-taking, though.

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Camille Mari 23/11/2016 · #3

Those boots are awesome, you should wear them more often. Nice story.

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Kevin Pashuk 23/11/2016 · #2

#1 I said "Don't be Stupid", not "Don't be Weird!". Funnily enough, the Harley snobbery seemed to evaporate when you ride a classic. There weren't many 1984 Harleys that were still operable... No restrictor plate either. Mine had aftermarket exhaust...

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