Motorcycle Riding: What the Doctor Said

Nov 28, 2013 View Comments by

Motorcycle Riding: What the Doctor Said“No…not this year for sure.”

It was already October here in Wisconsin, cold and wet, so no great loss. I would be tucking away the bike for its long winter nap soon anyway. But what about next spring? “That’s up to you,” he said, “things like balance and strength have to return to normal.” Can I drive a car? “Only when you can walk from your home to the car unassisted.” I have, at this time, been driving for three weeks with no problems, but for motorcycle riding, nope not yet.

I have lost a lot of weight (55 pounds), most of which I believe is muscle, and gone from a 40 jean size to a 32. The muscle loss doesn’t help hold up a two-wheeler, much less navigate it down the road.

As of today, my balance is much better (even though I have fallen twice—klutz). After giving it a great deal of thought I have decided (for once) to do the “smart thing.”

My ‘05 Honda 1300 is at Hal’s Harley-Davidson on consignment. I have preached herein about when “it’s time to hang-up your spurs,” and it would be stupid not to do as I’ve said. Since I am too bull-headed to die, it follows that I am too stubborn to give-up on motorcycling, right? Of course that’s right! However, this is, once again, where I must follow my own advice and add a wheel. That’s right, we are talking about a trike. Trikes are nothing new to me, as I introduced trikes here on RoadRUNNER, and I like riding them. This takes the balance and strength problem out of the equation, even though I expect to have some of that back by spring. 100-percent back? Maybe.

There’s only one “little” problem—because of my lung issues thought to be caused by the mold in my 1853 basement, we have to get it trenched (to remove moisture, which causes mold and fungus). Getting a loan for this and a trike just isn’t going to fly with “the boss,” and who can blame her, she’s right. You can only cut so close to the bone, and then you stop, or get splinters.

This is going to call for some “creative thinking” on my part, beg, borrow, or steal, I will find some way to put wheels on my heels. I didn’t go through the valley of death just to be blocked by this! After all, I have seven months, to “get ‘er done.” Say, Lehman, you still have that program for those “less than stable” riders?

I thought you might enjoy this “list” of what else (they say) I can’t do:

-No travel to the Southwest (valley fever)

-No crowds (lots of nasty germs)

-No digging in dirt, or raking leaves (stirs up molds)

-No well water (?)

-No fresh cut flowers, unless I grow them (off-shore preservatives)

-No cleaning cat litter (spores and fungus)

-No eating from street vendors, salad bars, or buffets (contamination)

-No “high risk” sports (like motorcycling)

-No sprays or spray paints (not good for the lungs)

-No being around live birds or chickens (more fungus)

-No farm activities, just about everything there is “bad for the lungs”

There’s even more, but these are the ones I remember. It’s not quite living in a bubble, but it’s darn close. A lot of this is necessary due to the drugs I am on. My hope, of course, is that after I am weaned off these drugs my activities will increase. In truth, I am already doing some things on the “don’t do” list. My feeling is that I didn’t go through all this to get a “limited life,” but rather to get my life back. Where there’s a will, there’s a way!

Ride on.

P.S. For the “rest on the story” read my previous blog “Summer Vacation.”

 

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About the author

A Wisconsin farm boy, I learned how to ride a cow, before a horse and way before a motorcycle. I first started riding on my 16th birthday and I took my first real ride at my party: I pulled a wheelie and dug a trench in the lawn, which sent the bike in one direction and me in another. I was irrevocably hooked!