Fate. I wonder about it every time I ride. I’d never set foot in a dealership in my life to look at bikes, until one fateful evening at my son’s school at a fundraiser auction in Feb. 2009, I bid on and won a $10,000 Kawasaki ZZR600 that is less than a year old. I got it for $3,000. Good deal, right? Only if I never get in an accident. If I do, I’ll sell the bike in an instant, and never ride again. I’ll tell myself that although God wanted me to buy that motorcycle, He obviously didn’t want me to ride it anymore. Were the good times I had on the motorcycle worth the accident? No.