Lost and Found Retro Fuzzygalore: Do we make our own luck?

I found this gem on a picture CD that was buried deep in our spare bedroom closet. I believe it was taken in 1999 outside of the North Castle Diner in Westchester, New York. I have no idea who actually took the photo.

Retro Fuzzygalore and her 1998 Kawasaki ZX6R at the New Castle Diner on Route 22 in New York circa 1999

Even though it is me, I barely recognize the person standing there. I know the motorcycle better than I know the girl. The motorcycle hasn’t changed at all. This was the time in my riding life when I was still invincible. I sometimes miss that girl; miss those Sunday rides with the guys. But really what I think I miss most is the blissful ignorance.

I’ve got a few years distance now to look back on those days. On many occasions I have asked myself if it was me that kept me safe, some higher power or if it was just pure luck. Though I will never know for sure, I am grateful.

So what do you think? Do you believe in luck?


Rachael is the whimsical writer behind the 20+ year old Girlie Motorcycle Blog. As a freelance blogger, she is on a mission to inspire laughter, self-examination, curiosity, and human connection. Girlie Motorcycle Blog can be found on several Best Motorcycle Blog lists.

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5 Responses

  1. Pimmster says:

    Not only luck but also a kind of ‘deja vu’, on numerous occasions I didnt feel to happy about something while riding and listening to that feeling and slowing down saved me a few times already…

    Somehow you develop a 7th sense one bikes… 🙂


  2. Fuzz! says:

    Hey P!

    Yea, you really have to tune in to that little voice. I don’t know how that all works but it has saved me on several occasions.

  3. goldenchild says:

    It’s a rare thing to find that special place where you cease to exist and your body just acts. This phenomenon happens to me only a handful of times during the year and when it happens, I feel like I’ve found my purpose. I love it. With that focus comes absolute clarity and when the moment comes, my inner voice stops talking to me because my body is just “doing”.

    As much as I live for these rare moments, I realize that they come with a price tag that I’m not willing to pay anymore. I don’t believe in luck or karma or Buddhism (although I’ve studied it at length), but in retrospect, I feel like the only reason why I’m still walking the planet is by sheer random blind and unconditional luck.

  4. Fuzz! says:

    Wow, i don’t know if i have ever gotten to that state. By the way you describe it, i wish i could. You always come across to me as a very dedicated, focused soul – i wonder if this is a facet of your personality type. Do you achieve this in other activities?

    I think i’m too flighty or maybe i’ve become too relaxed on the bike. I’m always looking off into the distance watching for unicorns and rainbows.

  5. tombiggs says:

    Typically it is skill that keeps us alive, and I’m always working on improving my skills. Threat awareness is the most important of all. Sometimes I feel like I’ve got an air-traffic-controller’s console in my head which is tracking all the threats in my “ridespace”. Riding a bike has definitely improved my cage driving as a side benefit.

    That said, I don’t believe in angels, but there have been many scary incidents in my 30 years of riding which might lead me to believe there was an “angel sitting on my shoulder”. Call it luck, call it whatever, but it wasn’t skill or any of my doing.

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