{"id":551,"date":"2011-10-22T21:01:30","date_gmt":"2011-10-23T04:01:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisabethboothe.com\/blog\/?p=551"},"modified":"2011-12-31T13:22:34","modified_gmt":"2011-12-31T20:22:34","slug":"death-wish","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisabethboothe.com\/blog\/post551","title":{"rendered":"Death Wish?"},"content":{"rendered":"

Jared swears he doesn’t have a death wish. But I have to disagree. I haven’t been able to figure it out, but I think there’s something genetically ingrained within him that is addicted to adrenaline rushes.<\/p>\n

Case in point: In the last post<\/a>, it was mentioned we traveled afar to go pick up a trailer so Jared could fit four motorcycles on it (for him and three friends) and go to a track day. Anyways, because it was through a certain “program” and there were instructors, Jared could learn valuable skills that could translate not ONLY on a racing track, but on the every-day roads and commuting as well. And since this was for “educational purposes”, I as a teacher should value hands-on practice. (Essentially, he really did say that. I bet you could feel my eyes rolling through this paragraph…)<\/p>\n

So, he left me alone last Friday evening to go be an adrenaline junkie with some other adrenaline junkie monkeys, and didn’t return to me until very late on Saturday.<\/p>\n

Now, if you talked to him, you would hear him recall the track day like this:<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Yes. This is really my husband hanging off his bike in true racing form. But remember,\u00a0 it wasn’t racing, it was practicing and purely educational, for reals.<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

But let me show you what happened in the World of Actuality.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a>
\n<\/a>\u00a0Surprisingly, no Jareds were injured in the low-siding of this vehicle. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Despite all the precautions Jared took, and his great form, for no clear reason, near the end of the day his bike had a nasty low-side\/slide (better than a high-side, but still).<\/p>\n

To sum it all up into one word: Yup.<\/p>\n

There you have it. I am happy to say that Jared is fine, but even though he claims not to have made any head-to-ground contact (and the lack of scraps on his helmet supports this observation), I think he might have jarred his brain just a bit because even though his bike is looking pretty trashed, he is considering fixing it up and continuing to ride it.<\/p>\n

However, despite any emotions you might be reading into at a deeper level of this post, I would like to make it clear that I only dislike this sort of thing so much because I DO want to keep him around for a long time! I really do love this man, but his nearly physical desire to put himself into danger without it needing to happen occasionally baffles me.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Jared swears he doesn’t have a death wish. But I have to disagree. I haven’t been able to figure it out, but I think there’s something genetically ingrained within him that is addicted to adrenaline rushes. Case in point: In the last post, it was mentioned we traveled afar to go pick up a trailer […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-551","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisabethboothe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/551"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisabethboothe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisabethboothe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisabethboothe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisabethboothe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=551"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisabethboothe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/551\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":557,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisabethboothe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/551\/revisions\/557"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisabethboothe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=551"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisabethboothe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=551"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisabethboothe.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=551"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}