68R/T
I got drunk and swallowed my teeth, now
About 2 months ago I got one of my bikes out of storage for an inaugural spin. I planned on stopping home to get something before taking a short run. Now, after 50 years of riding you would think that I would know better. Early in the season there is always a lot of sand & such on the roads. At the start I was watching closely, but at the last turn, right in front of my house, I wasn't, and the front wheel hit a patch of sand. :doh
own I went. As I started to go down I pushed away from the bike. (I didn't want it laying on my leg) It was tipping right, so at the same time I brought my left arm across towards the right to brace my fall. The impact was a little too much for this old body and I tore my rotator cuff. This a.m. I went into surgery to repair it.
I s'pose in a way, I had this one coming. I've been riding for over 50 years and only gone down twice. (the first time I was drunk. :toot
This makes surgery number eleven for me, and from what a lot people tell me, the recovery from this is worse than any of my others. Right now the vicodin is working quite well, but I can tell that being one-armed is gonna be a bitch.
Oh, and the damage to the bike was minimal and easy & cheaply fixed. :huh: I just wish my body was.:doubt:
I s'pose in a way, I had this one coming. I've been riding for over 50 years and only gone down twice. (the first time I was drunk. :toot
This makes surgery number eleven for me, and from what a lot people tell me, the recovery from this is worse than any of my others. Right now the vicodin is working quite well, but I can tell that being one-armed is gonna be a bitch.
Oh, and the damage to the bike was minimal and easy & cheaply fixed. :huh: I just wish my body was.:doubt: