Still smoking. I'll quit (again) one way or another, but not while working on a bike. Too fumble fingered (even with NRT - it's the quitting the automatic reaching for the fags, all the associations, that's hard. Quitting nicotine's a cinch). Anyway the point is the current pack's got a warning about emphysema on it and a picture of, what I suppose is a clogged up lung. Only, from a couple of foot away, and at an angle, it looks like a drawing of Robert Plant.
Tell me about it - giving up smoking that is & not visions of Robert Plant similar to those images of Jesus seen in marmite on toast or crisps or three cheese pizzas. Gave up 5/6 years ago &, as you say, it's the habit pangs that are the worst. Although having said that I do still occasionally hanker after a cold beer with a deep lungful draw on a rollie.
Yeah, I quit in about '03. Lasted 7 1/2 years. I'm not entirely sure it didn't contribute to my crashing the Triumph in late '05. There was still a constant, indefinable, distracting feeling of something being missing (which I appear to have defined anyway!) Eventually it seemed to have gone - but on the other hand I was no longer riding. I won't say riding's stressful but the constant concentration amounts to much the same. And when life did get stressful I started again. Like they say, you're always an addict. I made the mistake of thinking I could quit again in a couple of months time - after all it'd been easy before. I quit in three days before. I could have bought a new bike with what I've spent on fags since 2011. Or, rather, what I've given the government.
I shall look out for the tousle-haired god of rock next time I get that warning on my 30g of Drum Blue/horrid green.
I gave up about 10 years ago and then started again recently because of stresses and strains I’ve already talked about on here. The way I look at it now is I’m going to do everything I enjoy, drink,smoke and eat what I like. I have no desire to live a long boring life especially with the way this country is now.
I'll issue a disclaimer though. I couldn't swear you don't need an imagination as fucked as your eyesight to see it.
