Bucket Lists

Mar 30, 2013 View Comments by

Bucket List

Ever since the movie The Bucket List came out, an entire generation has become obsessed with getting in their collective last shot. It’s no accident that this generation is the baby boomers; just look at our average age (62) and you can see why. Don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with a bucket list; I have one of my own pinned right in front of me on my corkboard. On it are the “reasonable” wishes like, riding Hwy. 1 from San Diego to Vancouver, seeing the sunset in Key West, experiencing Monument Valley, sharing with those that matter most, and going to Ireland. These are reasonable because they can be done with a minimal amount of effort and without great expense, plus, and this is the important part, I am still healthy enough to pull them off. A bucket list, most of all, must be attainable, not just a wish list that you can never hope to touch. I have actually done a few of the things on my bucket list, big and small, such as: explore Hawaii, do the circle tour of Lake Superior, see Disney World (without kids), settle up with Harley, get more insurance, and buy a sports car.

The things on my list I know I will never get to are equally varied: drive a Ferrari,put my “stuff” on eBay (I will never be that organized), write my memoir (I can’t remember what’s true and what’s not), and draw one last illustration (I’ve started it at least twice).

Nowhere on my list is a third world country; my idea of roughing it is no ice in my cocktail. Also, you won’t find anything like climbing a mountain, or hiking the Appalachian Trail. As much fun as those would be, my body would reject any and all attempts! And therein lies the real flaw in these bucket lists. We make them too late in life. The reason for making lists is to “do them” not just pin them up and dream. These wish lists (because that’s what they really are) should be made by age 30! That way we still have time to get it all done, and most importantly, the strength to pull them all off. Why wait until you’re on oxygen and wondering if you’ve got enough hose to get to the beach? I make no apologies. In my life I’ve done pretty much what I wanted to, when I wanted to do it. Maybe my timing wasn’t always the best, or even my choice, but I made it this far, and I am not done yet. Ride on.

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A Wisconsin farm boy, I learned how to ride a cow, before a horse and way before a motorcycle. I first started riding on my 16th birthday and I took my first real ride at my party: I pulled a wheelie and dug a trench in the lawn, which sent the bike in one direction and me in another. I was irrevocably hooked!