There are now 2790 miles on my motorcycle, we added 2490+/- miles since May. That's a trip to New Braunfels, (Jon) and a trip to Austin (Jon) a Memorial "Do You See Me Now" Run, (both of us) a Toys-for-Tots Run,(both of us) a loop around Corpus Christi Bay (ME- whoohoo) and my 11!! other little jaunts and practices: 4 rides to work & back, a ride to a Harley store party, a ride to Dewey's, and 3 trips across town to the in-laws' house.
Maybe it's time to stop counting?
Please note: there were no accidents in those miles (thank you God) and only one ding (it'll buff out. Heehee.) on the pipe. I tipped over at a stop the first three times out on the street... I learned how to prevent that and have not done it since.
I am so happy and grateful for this wonderful gift.
Vaarroooom
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Almost ready to ride
I took the riding course to learn how to ride a motorcycle, which was the obvious next step. Thursday & Friday evenings we did class-room studying, Saturday morning we hit the track just before sunrise. We were provided tiny Buell Blast 250's to practice on. My bike was safe at home, patiently waiting for me.
I took to riding like a champ. I felt so comfortable, everything came naturally - I was REALLY RIDING. I turned my face to God and thanked him profusely for my ability to meet & conquer this challenge. We learned the friction zone, turning, swerving, shifting up & down. It was so much fun. That evening I got on my own V-rod for my very first small test drive. It was fabulous!
Sunday morning we headed out to the track at daybreak again for the rest of the lessons and testing. Lessons 1 & 2 went well. Lesson three went like this: Drive straight, head into a turn, "see" an obstacle, straighten out the bike and stop as quickly as possible. When I got to the "stop" part, I looked up at my instructor and the next thing I know I was skidding on my boobs with the bike on top of me. I heard myself laughing hysterically.
The instructor picked up the bike and told me to just sit there until I could stand. My boobs hurt and my elbow was bleeding profusely. When I stopped laughing I got up and realized my right leg hurt badly, I thought it was my knee. They patched up my elbow, I determined I could still ride, so I limped back to my bike, finished the lessons, and passed the examination (barely, I was pretty shook-up.) I was just barely able to walk on my right leg. We went back to the classroom for discussion, written exam, and graduation, and farewells.
Then I drove my car home, almost in tears from the pain. My daughter helped me get my boot off - by then I was nearly screaming, so we went to the ER. A couple hours wait and several X-rays later, a doctor was asking me where it hurts. My list was short: Elbow, shoulder, left thumb was turning purple, my ankle was burning like crazy. She said to me "that leg is broken" and I just burst out in tears. I had broken my freeeeeeking leg. It was a nice clean diagnal crack of the fibula about 1-1/2" above the ankle-end. There were no jagged edges, no twists, nothing was smashed. They splinted it up, gave me a Loritab prescription and sent me away to see an orthopedic specialist.
Thursday I went to the orthopedic clinic and the nicest doctor told me he'd fix it. He sent me home with instructions to put my foot over my head, take lots of pain pills, and don't move. The next week he really did fix it - by screwing a bracket about the size of a popsicle stick to my bone. The week after that he put me in one of those hard casts and I went back to work.
I missed the Republic of Texas Rally and spent nearly the whole month of June in a narcotic state of semi-conciousness and endless episodes of NCIS, Criminal Minds, and Law & Order. The hard cast came off July 22nd and I was shocked at how the pain experience started all over again. I cried for the second time, this time out of frusteration - I thought I was healed. I hadn't planned on having to learn how to work my foot again!
So now - 7 weeks later, I have huge walking-brace thing on my lower leg and I am getting around pretty well. The pain is almost gone. Today I stood up in the shower. I can almost stretch my foot in every direction. Wellness is within sight now.
And...my bike is still there - waiting for me to be ready. C =
I took to riding like a champ. I felt so comfortable, everything came naturally - I was REALLY RIDING. I turned my face to God and thanked him profusely for my ability to meet & conquer this challenge. We learned the friction zone, turning, swerving, shifting up & down. It was so much fun. That evening I got on my own V-rod for my very first small test drive. It was fabulous!
Sunday morning we headed out to the track at daybreak again for the rest of the lessons and testing. Lessons 1 & 2 went well. Lesson three went like this: Drive straight, head into a turn, "see" an obstacle, straighten out the bike and stop as quickly as possible. When I got to the "stop" part, I looked up at my instructor and the next thing I know I was skidding on my boobs with the bike on top of me. I heard myself laughing hysterically.
The instructor picked up the bike and told me to just sit there until I could stand. My boobs hurt and my elbow was bleeding profusely. When I stopped laughing I got up and realized my right leg hurt badly, I thought it was my knee. They patched up my elbow, I determined I could still ride, so I limped back to my bike, finished the lessons, and passed the examination (barely, I was pretty shook-up.) I was just barely able to walk on my right leg. We went back to the classroom for discussion, written exam, and graduation, and farewells.
Then I drove my car home, almost in tears from the pain. My daughter helped me get my boot off - by then I was nearly screaming, so we went to the ER. A couple hours wait and several X-rays later, a doctor was asking me where it hurts. My list was short: Elbow, shoulder, left thumb was turning purple, my ankle was burning like crazy. She said to me "that leg is broken" and I just burst out in tears. I had broken my freeeeeeking leg. It was a nice clean diagnal crack of the fibula about 1-1/2" above the ankle-end. There were no jagged edges, no twists, nothing was smashed. They splinted it up, gave me a Loritab prescription and sent me away to see an orthopedic specialist.
Thursday I went to the orthopedic clinic and the nicest doctor told me he'd fix it. He sent me home with instructions to put my foot over my head, take lots of pain pills, and don't move. The next week he really did fix it - by screwing a bracket about the size of a popsicle stick to my bone. The week after that he put me in one of those hard casts and I went back to work.
I missed the Republic of Texas Rally and spent nearly the whole month of June in a narcotic state of semi-conciousness and endless episodes of NCIS, Criminal Minds, and Law & Order. The hard cast came off July 22nd and I was shocked at how the pain experience started all over again. I cried for the second time, this time out of frusteration - I thought I was healed. I hadn't planned on having to learn how to work my foot again!
So now - 7 weeks later, I have huge walking-brace thing on my lower leg and I am getting around pretty well. The pain is almost gone. Today I stood up in the shower. I can almost stretch my foot in every direction. Wellness is within sight now.
And...my bike is still there - waiting for me to be ready. C =
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Got it.
Some time ago, I had written the item number for my helmet with the cost next to it on the same piece of paper taped to my vision board that had the picture of my bike on it.
On April 26th, I went to the Harley store and paid for my helmet. When I was done, I had some time left in my lunch hour, so I went around to see what was new in the used-bike section. Joe, my fabulous sales guy who had been so patient with me but just had to sell the bike I had fallen in love with, came running up to me. "I found your bike, exactly the same as the other one - with only 300 miles on it. It's in the storage unit."
We ran the credit app through EagleMark, I did all the signing, and he went to get the bike and drove it to my warehouse.
Ta da! I'm a Harley owner.
This is testimony to how vision boards work, and faith, and karma:
I chose not to be angry at Joe for selling what I thought was my bike. I never gave up my vision. Everyday I expresse joy and grateitude, fully believing that that bike was going to be mine . Because I had written the helmet vision OVER the picture of the bike - as soon as I BOUGHT the helmet, the bike came to me. Ta Da!
On April 26th, I went to the Harley store and paid for my helmet. When I was done, I had some time left in my lunch hour, so I went around to see what was new in the used-bike section. Joe, my fabulous sales guy who had been so patient with me but just had to sell the bike I had fallen in love with, came running up to me. "I found your bike, exactly the same as the other one - with only 300 miles on it. It's in the storage unit."
We ran the credit app through EagleMark, I did all the signing, and he went to get the bike and drove it to my warehouse.
Ta da! I'm a Harley owner.
This is testimony to how vision boards work, and faith, and karma:
I chose not to be angry at Joe for selling what I thought was my bike. I never gave up my vision. Everyday I expresse joy and grateitude, fully believing that that bike was going to be mine . Because I had written the helmet vision OVER the picture of the bike - as soon as I BOUGHT the helmet, the bike came to me. Ta Da!
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Me on a mission
Here I start my blog, mainly to myself but to the Universe as well, reflecting and monitoring my progress towards a bizarre and exciting goal...
I am going to get a motorcycle.
Please follow me as I embark on this endeavor.
I am going to get a motorcycle.
Please follow me as I embark on this endeavor.
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