I got the wind knocked out of me a couple of times this year.
I have two avenues of thought on the matter.
Down the brightly-lit, Royal palm-lined Avenue A is the notion that the pain is a reflection of effort, and therefore evidence of growth and progress. Take your lumps and all that.
Meanwhile, I hear a low whistle coming from the shambly, Now & Later wrapper littered, single-wide trailer-rowed and graveled Avenue B that says I am just not paying attention. Crashes are the fruit of bad choices, crooked lines, and hesitating in that crease where things either go bad wrong or so right.
Either way I’m sick of the bruises.
I higly recommend a lazyboy and stack of books.
Dude, when you ride as much as you have been this year, all your ratios go up. Miles, weight loss, rides in tropical storms, crashes just come with the package.
Take a few easy days til the soreness wears off. Pain is weakness leaving your body!
Que Rocky Theme.
I hope blood rock wasn’t too evil to Your Majesty.
Are you in the real estate business too? That is exactly how I real about my work.
One of the lessons learned should be when to quick trying to kick that football and instead take a shot at that little tart holding it!
Yes, but “Charlie Brown” has to first focus on the tart instead of on the football….
Wait a minute.
What happened to “and never speaks of scabs or cramps, or aching muscles or too hot or too early or too late or too short or too long…”
Some of y’all pay attention better than others.