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Sunday, June 28, 2009
Post some ride reports please, thank
As most of you may know, I had shoulder surgery last week so I'll be missing the entire summer riding season. So, as I get fat and out of shape, I'd like to hear your ride reports. Thanks..
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I did NOT know that you were going under the knife.
Welcome to the DL. Please provide a complete description of your accident/incident/symptomology. What corrective measures and periodic updates.
Jeez John, I am sorry. The good news is you will appreciate your bike a lot more, very soon.
don't there have to be rides to report on?
does commuting count?
commuting? let's see? Tell us something new that you see.
short version: about 6 back in group on team ride. Block of wood threw me to the ground, landed on shoulder. dislocated the clavicle..grade 4. had surgery to repair ligaments, screw used to hold clavicle down. cant drive for 6-8 weeks. screw comes out in 12 weeks. Just now starting to reduce the pain meds. still can't do much with the right arm.
Damn, an actual bike crash.
Sorry John. That sucks. When you start PT, the meds use will go back up.
I will be continuing with my Germanic name for a while still.
Saw a SLUT this morning-does that count?
sure does count:)
On Sanibel Island in Florida.
Lee and I go to rent our bikes, they're not bad. Fuji Roubaix with Shimano 105. They have a clown saddle on Lee's bike that we make them replace. Otherwise, we're good.
1 mile into the ride, it starts to pour. Not Seattle rain, but Florida rain. It's dumping. It's warm, but the drops are big and hard so they actually hurt. N0ot to mention that it sucks to go to Florida to ride in the rain.
Hauled ass home. Total trip 8 miles. Soaked to the bone. We'll try again in the morning.
Rode the valley loop last night with Terri. She spooked a squirrel, which after a moment of indecision, cut hard left. Went under the front tire of my bike. I could hear him cussing me out in squirreleze, but I didn't see him when I looked back so he was still mobile.
Not a ride report, but a Sanibel Story: I went to Sanibel Island in '95 for a work training/retreat. We had a free "recreation afternoon" and my myopic friend Kevin decided to take out one of the little sailboats. On his way back in to shore, he executed a "jibe" maneuver (making a turn so that your stern crosses the direction of the wind). The boom swung around sharply (as booms tend to do when jibing), which whacked him upside the head and knocked him into the drink. He came right back up, but sans spectacles. I spent the rest of the week leading him around the conference.
Ride Report-Wednesday am.
I beat a SLUT
I rode past three bakeries all churning out fresh bread-that is a great smell in the morning.
I saw another knock out sunrise
Rowing shells in Union Bay
Fresh cut flower stand guy setting up his tent in Westlake plaza.
Rode through a sprinkler for fun.
On another note-inquiring minds want to know:
Did you in true MDS fashion, verbally berate and chastise the helpless, inanimate block of wood with colorful expletives and racial slurs when you crossed paths with it on that fateful morn?
to this day i have never seen this block of wood. while i would never be racially insensitive, my whitey friend big roddy notwithstanding, i did let out a few choice words to accompany my confision at what happened. mostly a bunch of WTF type of stuff. this lasted until i realized that i was hurt more than usual on a crash.
Sure is great to be ridin' in summer gear, so much less preparation. Just throw on your shorts, jersey and shoes, grab a water bottle and a bar and away you go! Made it all the way to work and back today without getting yelled at, honked at, flipped off or otherwise road raged and had a kick-a tail wind on the way home, so I call it a good commute.
Sorry to hear about your crash and injury John. It sucks when inannimate objects jump into your path. Maybe you can borrow a recumbant and put it on your trainer for the summer. I will come and ride with you in the garage.
Translation of squirelleze: My name squirrelligo Montoya you killed my Father Slappy, prepare to die eeeee!!!!
John, Check out the "forum" on Wheelsportcycling.com for all the Wheelsport ride reports.
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