it is ride my bike or cry my self to sleep at night.

plus i am attempting to get myself off of disability.
since I cant drive a car, and I feel there are a lot of people who deserve the dial a bus
and call a cab a lot more than me, I am still in better shape than a lot of you,
yes I can say that, i cam second in a set of gold sprints not to long ago, I was the fastest rider at the jimmie johns where I was, but when asked to make sandwiches or leave when my epilepsy got bad it was time to go. I quit doing triathalons and alleycats when I became a danger to myself and others

I cant take pain killers, so the broken ribs, shoulder, and torn up everything, from falling off my bike to fill out paper work and stuff and make doctors is a reminder every day of the shape I am in. loss of feeling in two fingers, limited hearing in my left ear. my ears constantly
ring. And I am a constant risk of passing out.

But i am still happy on my bicycle. It is sad the numbers of pairs of glasses i lost because of my bike.
You find something in life and you enjoy it.


And my heart stopped while answering the door to someone, had I been alone, that would have been much worse.