Riding away

Now after 465 posts my honey inserts her first comment. Here is a direct excerpt from her commentary.





"Alright honey, story is finished, now it is time to face the world, PICK UP THE BASEMENT, CLEAN THE GARAGE".........Birgit








Now honestly I had the best of intentions this morning. I mean here is a picture of her picking me up from an all day bike ride outside of town. The reason, I had a flat and didn't feel like taking the time to patch it, so I called 1-800 RescueME. So I thought I need to make an effort here. I started cleaning the basement, well I should, it's mostly my stuff laying around. But somewhere between my 1st and 2nd cup of coffee, the powerful overwhelming urge to travel gravel swept over my entire being.






So honey, sorry, I'll finish the basement......""someday.""






Great day for a ride, 62 miles of gravel travel.








I came across the terrible accident. I talked to an eyewitness who said that he never seen a car so high in the air. It doesn't make sense 4 people in the car, two 20ish, a 15 year old, and an older gentleman. What doesn't make sense a truck driver saw the car going 85 mph and from a hilltop above this accident. So he pulls his truck over and waits because he knows this car is headed for a crash. Sure enough, it flew through the air and rolled over several times. He thought everyone would have been killed but the car was a 4 door sedan BMW. So far everyone was taking out alive.

See below my daughter's FaceBook post this morning. For those of us that do this a.k.a. seek continuous endorphin buzz, injuries are worst then losing your job.

"is jealous of all of her friends out getting their long run in this morning. Injuries suck. Maybe next week?"



I woke up this morning with fluid build up in my knee. The knee that has had 4 surgeries. Last year when this happened I ended up with cortisone and getting the knee drained and 3-4 weeks with zilch bicycling.

So thought I would try to ride and see what happens. The ride was rough, a lot of strain riding with ruts and rocks, doesn't help with a sore knew. Well I might be forced to taking some time of the bike. It's sore swollen, and sucks tonight.
Maybe the smart thing will be to take some days off and see how it goes. I'll go nuts so I'll remodel the bedrooms that I have been putting off for a long long time.


Oh ended the day in the Mosh Pit, with hard rocking Johnny Trash.



Chill out,
RideON,
DAve.