I miss my last real job...
I miss working with riders
I miss helmet hair
I miss dreaming about epic rides
I miss being the dashing lady rider =)
I miss my 'girls', currently tucked in a garage half a state away, neither functional.
I don't miss getting hit by trucks
I don't miss wiping out on black ice
I don't miss commuting in the rain
I don't miss stolen bikes
When I first moved to PDX there was a sport bike shop on the same block as my school, I had a fantasy of working there -- continuing my "career" in motorcycles while I finished school, but the shop moved or closed. Either way it's gone.
For all my big girl grown up "when I get out of college" dreams, the things I come back to most often have to do with bikes....which have absolutely nothing to do with the "job" I have at the event in the desert , or Art, or animation, or photography, or writing... none of it. But offering people safe passage to a sense of liberty and freedom makes me well up with pride.
DAMN YOU MOTORCYCLES!!! (shakes fist) Why you gotta go wreck me like that? Mistress and muse.