After pulling a rib muscle last weekend, I finally healed well enough to be able to ride again. To dodge the hot weather, I left early Sunday morning (before 8am) and rode down through Bull Run, Aimes, then through Corbett and up to the top of Larch Mountain. There were only two cars in the parking lot, but lots of bicyclists heading up the hill for some kind of race.
It was a short trip but was fast and smooth and it was great to get out of the house.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Twisted
It's amazing how fragile the human body really is. For example, this past weekend I was hooking up my fishing boat to the hitch on my truck when I tripped. My body spun around and twisted in odd ways trying to keep from falling and in the process I pulled a muscle in the lower-right side of my rib cage.
It hurt. A lot.
It still hurts. A lot.
From what I've read and learned after talking with medically-trained friends of mine, there's not a lot I can do about it to make it heal faster other than keep from making it worse. Ice and pain killers can ease the discomfort, somewhat. The problem is, it hurts doing just about everything other than blinking my eye. Breathing hurts, sitting hurts, let's not even talk about coughing, hiccuping, sneezing, laughing, etc. I walk like I'm an arthritic 98-year old man.
Needless to say, I'm about to begin the longest dry spell of non-riding since I began traveling on two wheels back in October 2006. Until now the longest I went without riding was 19 days this past December during a period of record snow fall in our area. 23 inches of snow fell at my house and it took a very long time to melt off.
I'm not a happy camper, but from what I read it's best not to get impatient and push things until I'm fully healed, otherwise I will extend my recovery time at the very least or cause permanent damage at the worst.
It hurt. A lot.
It still hurts. A lot.
From what I've read and learned after talking with medically-trained friends of mine, there's not a lot I can do about it to make it heal faster other than keep from making it worse. Ice and pain killers can ease the discomfort, somewhat. The problem is, it hurts doing just about everything other than blinking my eye. Breathing hurts, sitting hurts, let's not even talk about coughing, hiccuping, sneezing, laughing, etc. I walk like I'm an arthritic 98-year old man.
Needless to say, I'm about to begin the longest dry spell of non-riding since I began traveling on two wheels back in October 2006. Until now the longest I went without riding was 19 days this past December during a period of record snow fall in our area. 23 inches of snow fell at my house and it took a very long time to melt off.
I'm not a happy camper, but from what I read it's best not to get impatient and push things until I'm fully healed, otherwise I will extend my recovery time at the very least or cause permanent damage at the worst.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Take a kid for a ride
My wife's God children stayed with us for the weekend. I took Brian, age 12, for a ride on my V-Strom to Lolo Pass on the northwest slope of Mt. Hood. He had never ridden a motorcycle before. Fortunately my spare helmet fit him perfectly and my spare jacket was a little loose but got the job done as well. It was warmer at the pass than it was in Sandy, which was overcast.
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We took Marmot Road, which was a mistake. Despite being a fairly deserted route, there was a string of at least 30 cars crawling along at barely 25 mph all the way from Sandy to the junction with Barlow Trail Road. Many were vintage cars so it was probably some kind of cruise by blue-haired members of the ADL. At first I wondered if it was a funeral procession since it was so slow and no one was trying to pass.
We cut onto Highway 26 and boogied up to Zigzag, where we hit Lolo Pass Road up to the pass. Marmot was empty on the way back, fortunately.
[caption id="attachment_453" align="alignright" width="360" caption="My wife's God child Brian at Lolo Pass, Oregon"]
[/caption]We took Marmot Road, which was a mistake. Despite being a fairly deserted route, there was a string of at least 30 cars crawling along at barely 25 mph all the way from Sandy to the junction with Barlow Trail Road. Many were vintage cars so it was probably some kind of cruise by blue-haired members of the ADL. At first I wondered if it was a funeral procession since it was so slow and no one was trying to pass.
We cut onto Highway 26 and boogied up to Zigzag, where we hit Lolo Pass Road up to the pass. Marmot was empty on the way back, fortunately.
Monday, July 6, 2009
To Detroit
The thick winter snow finally abated enough to ride NFS 46 all the way from Ripplebrook to Detroit. There were numerous bikes on the road and more cars in a single day than I saw on that route all of last year combined.
The town of Detroit was very busy. I rode Saturday morning, July 4th, and the lake was packed with boaters and its shore crowded with campers.
National Forest Service road 46 is in fairly good shape, especially considering how much snow fell this past winter season. They've done a good job repairing a previously nasty stretch of potholes and the road surface in general is improved over last year.
The town of Detroit was very busy. I rode Saturday morning, July 4th, and the lake was packed with boaters and its shore crowded with campers.
National Forest Service road 46 is in fairly good shape, especially considering how much snow fell this past winter season. They've done a good job repairing a previously nasty stretch of potholes and the road surface in general is improved over last year.
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