When I got out of bed this morning everything hurt. My body sounded like a machine gun going off as bones and joints popped, cracked and snapped into place. I should have taken this as an omen, listened to this and just said, ‘ I’ll … Read More →
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Back in the Saddle
Yesterday MotorMilt & I were fortunate to finally get a ride in after what has felt like a month and half long drenching by mother-nature. Definitely not one of the best rides I’ve ever had nor the most enjoyable. I knew we were in trouble … Read More →
Back In The Saddle
The suit feels stiff. The zipper determined not to budge. The protective pads feel awkward. The plastic part of a junior prom gone bad. Yet as I snap the last buckle on the boot and listen to the loud pop which suggests that the strap running across the top of my foot is now locked into place, I can't help but wish that the rocket scientists who developed thermoplastic had something for a bruised ego. But they don't, so instead I'm left to my own devices. Left to battle my own demons.
Walking into the garage, it's hard to imagine that its been just six days since I laid the 999 down for the very first time.