um, it's me?
No, I suppose that's not enough, is it.
I'm 42, qualified to be more than TWO Clydesdales, and awaiting the delivery of my new bike.
I used to ride quite a lot in my teens and early twenties, but eventually succumbed to the call of motorcycles, hot rods, and a sedentary lifestyle and unwisely stopped.
I had a Maruishi Road Ace 404 I couldn't even straddle it was so tall. At 5'11" I'm not exactly short, but I had to step up on a pedal and swing my leg over to get up on that tall bike, but it was stiff, and loved to go.
I rode it everywhere. I even moved out of my mom's place with it, hauling all my stuff to my first place on my own in a home-made trailer.
Until I got my '74 Camaro and broke the old bike's heart.
Now, I'm realizing a lot of things I wish I'd seen more clearly years ago, and taking back my life.
In 1999, I was living on public assistance in subsidized accessible housing and hadn't felt more than a dull ache in my legs in over two years when I realized that if things were EVER going to get any better, I was the only one who could bring about the change that would bring improvements in my condition.
Long hours of physical therapy, exercise in a pool, my girlfriend being brutally honest and telling me I was STILL slacking....
Cutting out all sugar-pop, as many carbs as I could, and learning new ways...
And I relearned how to walk.
Not well at first, but better and better... regular market rate apartment, retake the driver's test, pass...
Buy a house, Start a business, make some money, spend a whole lot more...
Life starts to come around, I begin to feel that I am making some headway taking back what is mine, what I threw away through stupidity and neglect.
But the summers pass by my window and I have a deuce of a time getting out under all that sunshine without a lot of help. It isn't much fun making your loved one push you any distance in a wheelchair when you are close to 500 lbs so mostly you don't ask, you just look out the window and die a little more inside every day...
Well NOT ME! Life is like a rollercoaster you only get to go around once, and if you finish with all yer limbs YOU did it WRONG! I'm gonna stand up at the top, scream my head off, make some NOISE...
I WILL NOT GO QUIETLY INTO THE NIGHT!
So, after long consideration, I decided to revisit one of the few times in my life when I felt truly happy and get back on a bike. Albeit, not a skinny-tired road bike like the days of my youth.
I began fooling myself into thinking I was going to build myself something suitable from a pile of junk behind my shed and a few relatively nice 'donor' bikes I bought specifically to cut up for my project, and who knows, I might just begin actually building one day, but I finally realized I can't wait until then to begin.
So I bought a new Lightfoot Magnum, and not JUST because the old guy on their web page looks exactly like my dad, and I miss him terribly..
I expect it on Monday, or Tuesday, and I'm as excited as... something. (can I say "hell" on this forum?)
So excited, I just HAD to stop lurking.