It's been a little while, hasn't it folks.
Been hopping between mom in the home, getting control of my own space, ferrying people around, and chasing my own damn tail for spits 'n wiggles.
Got a buttload of abandoned bikes in, had to break em down, clean and sort the parts, cut up the frames for the tubes, it's been a madhouse.
Poor Eagle was very nearly buried in my garage by the maelstrom.
I began work on a prototype of the brackets Eagle will need to connect to the hitch platform on the back of my vehicle, and envisioned a strut that would keep Eagle in position once I swung it up on it's tail...
Had it all planned out, I did.
Aww, you people know me! I just said "eff it!" and went riding anyways.
I came at the platform from the back, lifted Eagle's front wheel up on it, then did some jiggering and got the back wheels up on the platform with the front wheel up on the top of my van's liftgate.
A couple ratcheting tiedowns, Cody's bike was already in the van's 'wayback' and Angie's Fuji Folder went inside the side door, and an old MTB my ex left here went between Eagle and the van.
I spent a few hours going over that old Huffy MTB to get it working for Angie's 'friend' Vinnie to ride.
Off we went to the river park. The one I kept going on about. The one I drive past and look longingly.
We unload, Angie unfolds her Fuji Folder, we set off.
When I bought Eagle, I was prepared to work hard and I knew I would eventually be spinning the pedals and flying down the road without having to concentrate on every rev, that it would not be such an effort, such torture.
I got my new pedals, and my new shoes, and it was better, but even though I had my head wrapped around the concept, I had a hard time believing it in my heart. It's been so long, I have been trapped, immobile in this ponderous hulk of a body, limited to a wheelchair, mobility scooter, and even though I got a bit better, I still had to stay within a few steps of something to sit on.
Over a few years I watched my world shrink until it was just the four walls and summer days were something for OTHER people, not for me, I only got to watch.
So even tho my head was onboard, my heart was having some trouble believing. Even so, I moved forward, I knew my head was right on this one.
So we rejoin our tale by the river, the sky was so blue, the sun danced on the water, Cody's training wheels clattered, Angie and Vinnie gabbed, and my heart finally got it.
I moved! I flew!
And it wasn't agony, it was just natural!
We paused at an overlook while I did some minor seat adjustments.
I was very very happy.
The kids were bringing up the rear.
I had the river on one side, the bluffs on the other, and the blue sky directly overhead.
Oh, and them kids in my mirror. Gotta keep an eye on a daughter when she's around a hairboy like that.