It's one of my most squidly pieces of clothing but I have a t-shirt that says, "I refuse to tiptoe through life, only to arrive safely at death."
Words to live by.
My mom constantly gives me shit about my bikes. She asked me why Robin wanted to ride and got mad at me when I told her that because she doesn't let the worry of death dictate how she will live life.
She also doesn't like it when I point out that her and her husband's "disability" is caused not by accident or injury but what they ate, drank and smoked.
Anyway, enough morbid death talk shit. Greg loved life and I do his memory more honor by continuing to live mine to the fullest. So who wants to ride around the world with me?!?!