Like a Boy Band Reunion
In a blaze of glory that eerily foreshadows the success of the upcoming New Kids on the Block reunion tour, my return to being a healthy runner lasted all of one run. Yep. One run. In my utter brilliance, cause it was a nice day, and cause I have had my license for a whopping 45 days and hadn't made it more than 1/2 mile from my house, I decided to take the Purple Pickle out of the neighborhood and do a several mile loop around this end of the county.
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Needless to say, I wouldn't be writing this post if it went well. I only hope for three things:
1. That I didn't make too much of a divot in Mr. & Mrs. Talley's front yard. Super nice people to have me drop in unexpectedly like that, though. Note for the map - I was traveling right to left on Old Church Rd, and that nice triangular property with the loong driveway there at the intersection of Piping Tree Ferry Rd. is the Talleys.
2. That the people in their cars enjoyed the show and had a heck of a story to tell their friends about the pink biker chick that sailed off a gentle curve.
3. That no one had the ability to capture my trip off-road at 30 mph on their cell phone to post to You Tube.
So, the Purple Pickle has a lot of cosmetic damage, but being a Harley, that equates to a hefty repair bill I'm sure. (Child to husband as they came to scrape me up: "Is Mommy crying?". Dad replies "No, but she will when she gets the repair bill.") I do know that I was going a blistering 30 mph when I went down, as that's what the speedometer still says. I trust it, as I recall a top speed of 40 mph over the whole trip. A PR! Me, got a lot of bruises where the bike landed on my leg, and my shoulder seems pretty torn up since I still can't raise my arm.
6 hours in the ER (where child #2 says "Mommy, please don't die" as I walk in) for them to tell me "Xrays show nothing broken but we can't tell you anything about any soft tissue injury. Ice it really aggressively although we haven't given you any for 6 hours and since you can't move your arm, you probably want to follow up with a real doctor." OK, maybe I paraphrased a little, but the text in black is seriously what they said. If I didn't break a bone, go away.
Someone at work just emigrated to Canada (the first time I've ever heard of someone actually emigrating to Canada, btw). Free health care there has GOT to be better than this!
So, the overall opinion is that my future in NASCAR is in serious jeopardy due to my inability to turn left.
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Needless to say, I wouldn't be writing this post if it went well. I only hope for three things:
1. That I didn't make too much of a divot in Mr. & Mrs. Talley's front yard. Super nice people to have me drop in unexpectedly like that, though. Note for the map - I was traveling right to left on Old Church Rd, and that nice triangular property with the loong driveway there at the intersection of Piping Tree Ferry Rd. is the Talleys.
2. That the people in their cars enjoyed the show and had a heck of a story to tell their friends about the pink biker chick that sailed off a gentle curve.
3. That no one had the ability to capture my trip off-road at 30 mph on their cell phone to post to You Tube.
So, the Purple Pickle has a lot of cosmetic damage, but being a Harley, that equates to a hefty repair bill I'm sure. (Child to husband as they came to scrape me up: "Is Mommy crying?". Dad replies "No, but she will when she gets the repair bill.") I do know that I was going a blistering 30 mph when I went down, as that's what the speedometer still says. I trust it, as I recall a top speed of 40 mph over the whole trip. A PR! Me, got a lot of bruises where the bike landed on my leg, and my shoulder seems pretty torn up since I still can't raise my arm.
6 hours in the ER (where child #2 says "Mommy, please don't die" as I walk in) for them to tell me "Xrays show nothing broken but we can't tell you anything about any soft tissue injury. Ice it really aggressively although we haven't given you any for 6 hours and since you can't move your arm, you probably want to follow up with a real doctor." OK, maybe I paraphrased a little, but the text in black is seriously what they said. If I didn't break a bone, go away.
Someone at work just emigrated to Canada (the first time I've ever heard of someone actually emigrating to Canada, btw). Free health care there has GOT to be better than this!
So, the overall opinion is that my future in NASCAR is in serious jeopardy due to my inability to turn left.
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