Saturday, December 20, 2008

Dub in Hibernation




The W650 put away while I recover from back surgery. It's starting to become a convenient place to pile stuff.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Garage Furniture

                                   Believe it or not, there is a W650 under the cover

We got 5 inches of snow a couple of days ago and as I looked out over the blanket of white it occurred to me that I wouldn't be riding a motorcycle even if I were in the best of health.  For a few minutes there I stopped feeling sorry for myself because I couldn't ride my motorcycles.

It has been four and a half months since I parked the bikes and not quite that long since I got them covered up.  After they were covered up they just seemed to become part of the usual garage clutter, and now I've taken to piling stuff on them.  The Dub has the empty house Christmas lights sitting on the covered up luggage rack and the other day I carefully laid the carpet floor mats from the Buick on the luggage rack of the REB.  I've got to resist the temptation to treat my babies like garage furniture.

Update:  see photo, it's too late, I've lost the battle.

Saturday, December 6, 2008

An Update

  My doctor's appointment with the surgeon last Wednesday, the 3rd of december went well.  He asked how I was doing, I told him and he said, "that's good, it should continue to improve, see you in two months."  Maybe it was a little more involved than that but not much.

  At four months post-surgery I'm walking without my cane at times.  I've actually ventured out without it several times in the last week.  This morning I walked all the way around the block sans cane.  Not without pain mind you but I made it none the less. 

  The problem now is the muscles in the back getting tight, especially in the cold.  The foot is much better but still hurts, etc.

  I could probably ride a motorcycle if I really wanted to.  It's too cold though and I'll hold off until Spring as I planned. 

  Got to get a grip on myself and lose some weight.  Water therapy and PT isn't getting it done.  I will probably have to kiss the nightly bowl of ice cream good bye.

  Got to get to work on the Christmas letter, running late as usual and it's slipping up on me.  Looking forward to seeing all the kids and Alexander home for Christmas.