brembo
07-01-06, 10:46 PM
Oh boy oh boy oh boy! Back in the saddle again! After my 30mpg motox tree hugging incident doc said keep the brace on for 3 weeks. So I did, last two nights I have shucked the thing off in my sleep, guess my body knew it too. So today I drove my car(wuth both hands..yay) over to my friends house. I went there to learn how to administer thier cat it's medicine, as I'm taking care of it while they vacation. This same pal had my bike while I was injured....one thing lead to another and I ended up riding my bike home. About an hours ride, got home sore and a bit depressed. I was hoping that my arm would fair better.
One note is that I rode home in tennis shoes and regular pants, not something I do often. I was tense and a bit skittish. After a few hours at home the urge returned to ride some more. Got my leathers on and set off again. I went up highway 215 at a good clip, feeling much looser and confident. Actually scraped a peg once or twice and was hanging off the bike a good bit. Right hand turns hurt and I'm a bit wobbly, makes sense as I'm re-learnig the limits of my still gimped arm.
So, three days off and I have my bike back. I'm pretty stoked about that. The lingering depressed state my arm had me in is slowly dissolving. Amazing how important the little gasps of Zen are that a bike affords.
Gettin back in the gym will also do wonders for my flagging zest for life I think. I guess I took being healthy and strong for granted, not that my arm suddenly came back 100% overnight, but I see the light at the end of the tunnel.
A bit of emo/self-indulgent bs here, but yer reading it so shut up. Riding a street bike or motox machine is one of the most selfish things a person can do. It wraps you up in a cocoon of thought and warped perspective that allows for sustained inner peace and calmness. I have read that piloting a bike is one of the most mentally demanding tasks humans have devised. So many variables figure into a turn, from entry speed to the eventual roll-on of power as the apex slides by your knee. It is selfish because I do this for no one buy myself, it does no one any good but me. Guess I'm pretty selfish.
After typing this, I think I need another ride.
One note is that I rode home in tennis shoes and regular pants, not something I do often. I was tense and a bit skittish. After a few hours at home the urge returned to ride some more. Got my leathers on and set off again. I went up highway 215 at a good clip, feeling much looser and confident. Actually scraped a peg once or twice and was hanging off the bike a good bit. Right hand turns hurt and I'm a bit wobbly, makes sense as I'm re-learnig the limits of my still gimped arm.
So, three days off and I have my bike back. I'm pretty stoked about that. The lingering depressed state my arm had me in is slowly dissolving. Amazing how important the little gasps of Zen are that a bike affords.
Gettin back in the gym will also do wonders for my flagging zest for life I think. I guess I took being healthy and strong for granted, not that my arm suddenly came back 100% overnight, but I see the light at the end of the tunnel.
A bit of emo/self-indulgent bs here, but yer reading it so shut up. Riding a street bike or motox machine is one of the most selfish things a person can do. It wraps you up in a cocoon of thought and warped perspective that allows for sustained inner peace and calmness. I have read that piloting a bike is one of the most mentally demanding tasks humans have devised. So many variables figure into a turn, from entry speed to the eventual roll-on of power as the apex slides by your knee. It is selfish because I do this for no one buy myself, it does no one any good but me. Guess I'm pretty selfish.
After typing this, I think I need another ride.