You know, The Fugitive, right?
Yeah, it pretty much sucks being the one-armed man. I took a spill on my trail bike so now I’m walking around like Clubber Lang. One important lesson I did learn however; that would have been my head if I hadn’t been wearing a helmet.
Lesson # 1
It is really hard to type anything of length with one finger. I have all these great and witty ideas rolling around in my helmeted noggin, but about half way through actually getting them down on the screen my A D D kicks in and I give up on it. This is much less efficient than the hunt and peck method.
Lesson # 2
Because buttons and shoelaces are a real pain, I have become very efficient at dressing myself. My shoe of choice for the next 2 months will be loafers, and I will button as much as possible before slipping them on; including pants.
Lesson # 3
For a power eater like myself, it’s hard to load a plate and go sit down; especially during the holiday season when you are at the trough trying to socialize too. The good news is, most of it has become finger food anyway so now I can graze and just forget about the damn plate. It’s already dicey enough that I have to put my drink down to dig in, but sometimes sacrifices need to be made, right?
The moral of the story
Don’t wreck your damn bike and get injured while trying to convince the wife now would be a good time to invest in a new decent trail bike.
The real moral is it could have been much, much worse as I had a friend recently succumb to injuries sustained in a bike accident.
Be careful out there, but life is way too short; live it like there is no tomorrow.
Yes, I’m still a big kid even at 107 years old and I will definitely saddle up again; giddy up.
I hope all who are celebrating holidays this time of year, are doing so with gusto.
There you go, 350 words more or less, typed with one finger.