Ride To Work Day

RidetoworklogoblogToday, June 20, in the 25th annual “Ride To Work Day” where riding a motorcycle to work is promoted (unlike the tongue-in-cheek “Ride Your Bike To Work” day on 21 May intended for bicycles but I rode my Harley instead.) Today, my Harley and I are…

…riding in spirit. Alas, I regret that I am not healed enough from injuries sustained in a crash while riding my Harley to work on 31 May. I am better, but my ribs are in week 3 of at least a six-week healing requirement (so sez my doctor.)

My rib cage is still sore, and I still cannot sleep in a bed. I have to sleep on a recliner because rib discomfort that I feel when on a bed keeps me awake. I also feel my ribs moving when I lay on a bed, even propped up on a lot of pillows. That feeling of rib movement is just plain weird and also prevents me from sleeping.ride_to_work_2016meblogSo today, I celebrate the 25th annual “Ride to Work” day in spirit while my body recovers and my Harley sits in the garage awaiting a trip to a repair facility to have its (minor) injuries repaired.

I had a fairly productive weekend where I:

* took several senior pals grocery shopping

* ran errands with the spouse (I drove)

* replaced a pump in our backyard pond so its waterfall will work again

* powerwashed winter grime from the back wall of our house and the decks

* got elected to serve on a Board of Directors for a community association when the previous Board quit when challenged because they shirked and failed to do their duties. (This is quite a mess that I will have to clean up.)

Throughout the weekend, my spouse was by my side. He let me try to do what I set out to do, but when something had to be reached above my head, or when my recovering body was beyond its limits, he stepped up and did whatever needed to be done. My spouse loves me so. He can read me very well. Without saying a word, he knew when to lend assistance, and when to let me try — at all times, making sure that I didn’t do anything stupid that would further aggravate my injuries and prevent healing.

Well, anyway, Recovery Week 3 is far better than last week and way much better than the week before. I credit my spouse for his support in allowing me to feel more human and do things that I wanted to do, but remain within my limits of healing.

When I am fully recovered, I regret that I probably will not ride my Harley to work again. I promised the spouse that I wouldn’t. Why? I commute when it is quite dark, and darkness is not my friend. As I have aged, I realize that I do not see as well in the dark as I used to. I will have to give up riding in the dark, which includes commuting.

Well, it was fun while I could do it, but age has its limits and I have to realize that I am not getting any younger.

For those of you who can and who have unlimited energy and visual acuity of youth: Ride To Work!

Life is short: enjoy your passion, even if you have to enjoy it virtually.