|Posted on Tuesday, April 09, 2019 - 11:39 pm: ||
... just got out of the hot tub. One of the things I love about my routine is that I'm a night owl. SO peaceful this time of evening. Got some landscaping done, going to "finish" tomorrow (there's no finishing.)
Had some awesome leftovers- Dominican picadillo, black beans, rice....
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz snore, Z
|Posted on Saturday, April 13, 2019 - 11:19 am: ||
Slowly I TurnedÖ
Step by step, inch by inchÖ
Iím healing. This morning, I carried a basket of clothes down to the basement and put them in the washer. While I was down there, I set up the other set of shelves that one of my neighbors had put out in the trash and David and I rescued and put my balancing stand and other tire changing supplies on it. Then I took the empty cardboard boxes out to the garage and set them by the trash can. I looked the Roadster over once again and apologized to it that I havenít been able to wash it and probably wonít be able to for a while yet. Then, I got a wild hair and threw my leg over the saddle and sat on it.
I can sit on the bike! I even picked it up off the stand and I have to say that it really felt good. I think I can ride it now, but Iím going to wait a little longer and let my legs and knees get a little better. Maybe Iíll feel better tomorrow. Iíd like that.
The other reason Iím a little reluctant to ride it is that I need to rebuild the rear brake master cylinder. While I mostly use the front brake, it would be good to have all the brakes working. It shouldnít take that long to rebuild it and I bought the rebuild kit, but I really donít want to kneel to take the master cylinder off. My knees are still pretty sore. I donít want to set my recovery back and I really donít want to increase my level of ďUncomfortableĒ to "Agony".
One thing I noticed is that thereís a chip in the paint on the front fender. Right in the middle. I have no idea how it got there. Maybe the windshield hit it when it popped off. The fender isnít dented or bent, but then again, there are quite a few head scratching things that happened in the accident. When I look closely, I can see scrapes on the muffler, brake pedal, ball on the end of the front brake lever and the edge of the mirror and mirror stalk. But they arenít deep scratches and I have to look closely to find them. The steering stop didnít break off the triple clamp and the turn signals are fine.
When I went down on the wet tar snake in 2017, I broke the steering stop and turn signal stalk and I was going much slower. I also didnít get nearly as badly beat up. When I think about it, though, I donít think I had the bags on at that time. Thatís probably why the turn signal didnít get broken this time.
The saddle bag has a raspberry thatís about the same size as the one on my knee. I still donít know how that happened (the knee rash). Itís on my left knee and I went down on my right side. The padded riding pants arenít even scuffed. Iíve looked them over a few times. The scab on my knee is going to be there for some time, though. I know itís healing; it itches like a sonovabitch sometimes.
Anyhow, Iím strongly tempted to take the Roadster out; even if itís only to the quarter car wash. Iíd wash it in the driveway, but then Iíd want to get a sponge and kneel down and get it clean. The car wash will blast the worst of the crap off. So will a hose with a nozzle; I really just want to go for a ride and Iím looking for an excuse. Going for a ride probably isnít the brightest idea, but Iíve been known to do some pretty dumb things on occasion.
Still; if I stick to back streets with little trafficÖ Well; weíll see.
|Posted on Saturday, April 13, 2019 - 06:53 pm: ||
Glad to hear you're feeling better.
Heal well, heal soon, don't push it though..
|Posted on Monday, April 15, 2019 - 05:41 pm: ||
Three Week Update
Yesterday, I pulled the rear brake master cylinder and put a rebuild kit in it. Now, the rear brake is working like it should. I'm not going to ride until the swelling in my legs and feet goes down to the point where I can put my jump boots on. I'm hoping tomorrow, but we'll see.
I was out with David today running errands. My legs and knees still hurt after only a small amount of walking. We cut the shopping short after we hit a couple of stores; I was in too much pain to continue. Still, thereís improvement. Each day, I can see measurable progress.
It took me almost four hours to do the master cylinder. Mostly because it took me so long to get up from laying on the floor each time I needed a different tool. Still, I took my time and thoroughly cleaned everything and made sure everything was right. The master cylinder looks new now and the brake works better than it has in a while.
If I can spend four hours working on the Roadster, then it shouldnít be much longer before Iíll be riding it.
|Posted on Monday, April 15, 2019 - 06:29 pm: ||
Great news John! Keep that positive attitude and you'll be back in the saddle in no time.
|Posted on Monday, April 15, 2019 - 08:10 pm: ||
Little by little.
Keep us posted.
|Posted on Tuesday, April 16, 2019 - 11:51 am: ||
Inch by inch, anything's a cinch!
|Posted on Tuesday, April 16, 2019 - 11:57 am: ||
John:Wishing You The Best!!!!!
|Posted on Tuesday, April 16, 2019 - 05:07 pm: ||
Observations From The Peanut Gallery
This morning, I woke up with a positive attitude. I knew that I was going to be able to ride today. The Universe was setting everything up just so that would happen.
I had slept late; yesterday had exhausted me, but when I woke up at 8:00, I felt fully awake. My legs are still pretty stiff, but itís getting a little easier each day to get into and out of the bath tub to take a shower. My legs and feet are still swollen, but not as bad as they were. I was feeling pretty good. The best Iíve felt in weeks.
I had my coffee and called the radiology folks who sent me a bill for $1720.00. I got that sorted out, then I worked on putting my jump boots on. Once Iíd succeeded at that, I went down to the garage and removed the highway peg bar from the Roadster. Then I went out to run a couple of errands.
First, I went to a meeting. I havenít been to one in a while and I felt that I could use one to get my head straightened out. After that, I rode over to the quarter car wash. I went there out of pure laziness. I didnít want to drag out the hose and wash the bike in the driveway. I had discovered that my knees werenít up to me kneeling on them when I was pulling the highway bar, so I didnít want to try to wash the bike with soap and a sponge but just hosing the bike down wouldnít cut it either. I figured the high pressure soap and rinse would do a better job.
After I got the worst of the road mung off the bike, I rode over to the Cinema. I had looked online and seen that if I went to the 8:45 AM showing of Avengers: Endgame on Friday the 26th, I could get a seat in the handicap row, which is where I prefer to sit. So I went to the ticket counter and got a seat in my favorite location. Not only that, but because itís an Early Bird showing, it was only six bucks. Incidentally, all the other showings for the weekend were sold out.
Then, I went to the supermarket. I wanted to pick up some frozen lunches while they were on sale. There were no electric handicap carts, so I just leaned heavily on a regular cart and got the lunches plus a few more items. Itís almost impossible for me to go shopping and get just whatís on my list. Thereís almost always something that catches my eye. Like onions, so I can chop them up and use them on top of the Cincinnati style chili. But that means that I should get some Extra Sharp Cheddar to shred and put on top of the pasta, chili and onions. Good thing the cheese is on sale this week.
Anyhow, I made it home from my errands both exhausted and jubilant. I have to check out why the right front turn signal isnít working, but that little bit of running around had whipped my butt. It took all my remaining energy to put the groceries away, so I took a 15 minute power nap.
Now, Iíve got some Beef Stew heating up on the stove for dinner. Itís 74* F outside, so Iíve got windows in every room open to let fresh air into the house. I feel very successful.
One thing I noticed while riding; the sorest part of my right calf is exactly where it rests against the air cleaner. Maybe the bike fell on me during the accident? That would help to explain why it sustained so little damage and why I feel like I was assaulted by an oversized meat tenderizer.
In any event, Iím healing and feeling a little stronger every day. Iíll be ready for Springfield!
|Posted on Tuesday, April 16, 2019 - 05:44 pm: ||
Glad to hear you had a successful ride John!
|Posted on Tuesday, April 16, 2019 - 09:26 pm: ||
|Posted on Tuesday, April 16, 2019 - 11:11 pm: ||
Congrats on your return. That didn't take nearly as long as it could have. We should have started a pool for your return date!
I rode today too! Front flat tire and all! Thought it felt heavy in even the slightest of turns. Not completely flat, but around 15 lbs of air.
|Posted on Thursday, April 18, 2019 - 07:22 pm: ||
A Possible Destination Ride?
My brother David is a Roller Coaster enthusiast. He loves to travel to distant places on his days off just to ride roller coasters. Heís pretty heavily involved in the Coaster Enthusiasts club and heís been making plans to drive out to their Convention this summer, which is going to be in southern California. Since heís going to be traveling all the way to the west coast, heís been making plans to possibly see some interesting things along the way.
Now, Iím at the point in my recuperation from my accident where Iím nowhere near completely healed, but I figure I should do a little more activity each day to help speed my body along. Today, I decided that I would ride over to Davidís shop for a visit. While I was there, he showed me a potential stopping point along the way; Uranus, Missouri.
Itís a tourist trap, plain and simple; but let your mind dive into the lowest gutter itís capable of falling into. Itíll probably not go quite as deep as the jokes that I saw on the monitor of the computer, when David googled it.
Thereís a Fudge Factory and itís staffed by members of the Fudge Packers Union, Local # 2. We were encouraged to try some of the Mayorís favorite fudge - #2; itís chocolate with crushed walnuts mixed in and it has candy corn sprinkled on it. There are also places like the Moonicorn and the Axehole. The place is weird enough that Iím almost tempted to ride there just to check it out. Of course, there are T-shirts, but I really donít think Iíd wear any of them.
Anyhow, Davis and I laughed quite a bit and I told him that it deserved a Snippet all of its own. Iím not really conveying just how funny we found it, but hereís a link so you can go check out their site yourself: https://www.uranusmissouri.com/
After laughing our asses off, my leg was starting to hurt again, so I got back on the Roadster and came home.
Maybe Iíll have the time and money to check it out after the September Springfield Mile? Weíll see.
|Posted on Thursday, April 18, 2019 - 09:45 pm: ||
Awesome. I feel drawn to it...
|Posted on Thursday, April 18, 2019 - 10:47 pm: ||
You're a true biker, John, you put yourself in a place to protect your scooter.
You'll heal, the bike repairs take away more important funds... used to be partying, now it's meds.
Problem is, the older we get, the harder and slower the healing happens.
Life is wasted on the youth.
|Posted on Friday, April 19, 2019 - 01:06 am: ||
Funny, that ad popped up on Facebook a couple of days ago. Their motto was ďthe best fudge comes from UranusĒ.
John, your recovery is nothing short of amazing. You talk of struggling to get off the floor after rebuilding the brakes? Hell, I canít get off the floor and I havenít even dropped my bike (lately).
|Posted on Friday, April 19, 2019 - 10:21 am: ||
Itís Raining Again
Last night, I watched the 11:00 news to see the Weather Report. Supposedly, it was going to rain during the wee hours of this morning, then it was going to quit for a few hours before turning into a steady rain this afternoon that will last until tomorrow night.
Well; they got it wrong. Itís been raining lightly off and on all morning. I had been hoping to go out and pick up the items for Sundayís Dinner. I wasnít feeling imaginative, so I was going to just have my standard Holiday Meal - 14 oz. Rib Eye with baked potato, beef gravy, asparagus and biscuits and some strawberry ice cream for dessert. Itís not an expensive or overly fancy meal, but I enjoy it.
However; my accident spooked me. I really donít want to ride on wet pavement. My left knee still has road rash and my right leg still hurts. I donít want to risk increasing the pain. I can fix chicken for dinner. I have some good sized boneless chicken breasts in the freezer, and I can throw one on the charcoal grill and slather it with good BBQ sauce. That, along with roasted seasoned spuds and some Green Giant vegetables will make a tasty meal worthy of a holiday. I wonít suffer.
Iím just looking at my reluctance to ride. Iíve got hundreds of thousands of miles of riding in the rain under my butt. One accident in the rain shouldnít affect me so much. But it does.
In analyzing this, Iím reminded about the time I got stung on the tongue by a bee. It happened in the summer of 1983. There was no Tunnel work going on, to speak of and the Business Agent of the Union sent me out to work as a Laborer for the Cambridge Local. I was working at the Harvard Business School and we were on a tight schedule. The work had to be completed by the start of the school year, so we were working seven days a week. One Sunday in August, I was sitting outside at lunch time eating a roast beef sandwich. A bee landed on my sandwich and I didnít see it. When I took my next bite, it stung me on the tongue. It hurt a lot. I even had to pull the stinger out of my tongue.
Now, at the time, roast beef was my favorite sandwich, but after I got stung, I lost my taste for it. Intellectually, I knew that it wasnít the roast beefís fault, but my subconscious wasnít listening to my intellectual mind. It took me over a year before I could enjoy roast beef again.
I think Iím going through something similar in regards to riding in the rain. I hope I get over it soon, but in the meantime, I think Iíll just avoid riding on wet surfaces.
Crashing truly sucks and I really donít want to do it again. Now that I think about it a little more, BBQ chicken is sounding pretty tasty.
|Posted on Saturday, April 20, 2019 - 02:33 pm: ||
I obviously wasn't there to see the crash but I have experienced wet front brake rotor syndrome where you hit the brake but nothing happens so you squeeze a little harder right about the time the rotor dries off! BAMM! I didn't go down but rear ended a lady with the Harley. It was foggy and the rotor was wet. The tire just locked up but didn't wash out. It bent my fender but didn't hurt her bumper. I was able to pull the fender back by hand and go on into work. Now a days when I'm coming up on traffic in the wet I ride that front brake a little to keep it warmed up and dry!
|Posted on Saturday, April 20, 2019 - 02:46 pm: ||
Good point, Greg... mental note taken.
Uranus Missouri? I'd have to head there just to soak in all the weird. I'd probably wear a T-Shirt. Years ago a friend and I drove a 1970 VW Transporter up through the Ozarks to see her mother, who lived in a true Hippie community, East Wind Community. That was a fun 3 days... always wanted to do that trip again on 2 wheels. Then drove back to Nashville for the 2nd year tour of Lollapalooza, with Primus as the main/ending band.
Been to Toadsuck, AR. Got the T-shirt.