prescription barkbusters

<>So at Charles’ behest, I went to the doctor this morning, and, much as I’d expected, he didn’t have a lot to say. “keep it clean” He did tell me not to use Neosporin, but admitted that everyone would have a different opinion about that. He put this ridiculous aluminum and foam splint on it, which I of course had to remove to get on the bike, but may be handy later. I’m wearing it right now and it makes typing a bitch. He then referred me to a hand specialist, because my doctor’s that kind of guy. He’s always waaaaaaay overcautious. Generally, this amounts to lots of free blood work, since anything in the whole world can be a symptom of diabetes. But today, I won a trip to a reconstructive hand specialist. Just to make sure. Uhhhh, sure, whatever, do I have time for this? I think my hand is fine, and he admitted that he did too.
Fortunately, he seemed a little distracted and did not ask how I’d managed to scrape myself. I hate lying, and probably would have fessed up to the stupid accident. It’s embarrassing, for one thing, since I still can’t believe I got bitten by a stupid pothole. What kind of newbie-biker crap is that? I’m running something like 75K now, how the hell did that happen? Plus, I do not need to hear any more lectures about the dangers of motorcycling. Seriously, I would have been more injured had I hit that pothole on a bicycle.
In fact, all I can think about is riding. I’m JONESING so bad for a day, or three, on the bike, in the twisties, in the dirt, I don’t fucking care WHERE. It’s uncomfortable to ride right now, and I’ll admit I’ve lost a little of my riding joy. So I don’t ride for fun, but sitting at home is killing me. I can’t do anything. What did I do before motorcycles? I used to sew. Shit, that takes two hands. Every little thing is a pain in the ass now, and I just pine for my bike and a nice little road trip. I guess what I’m really missing is the feeling of wanting and being freely able to go out and ride. All. Day. Which I suppose I COULD do, since I’m able to ride to work and all, but, something’s not right.

Good news: I’m finally going to get the DRZ tires and wheels sorted this weekend, and that can only make riding better. I’m working on Saturday (someone’s got to pay for shiney new SV parts) and seeing my favorite people on Sunday. Life is good. Right?

I’ve settled pretty much on the idea that the SV needs Pro-tapers and *BARKBUSTERS*. That’s right, if it can’t be my beautiful shiney clean baby, it can be an angry little machine. Grrrrr. No, they don’t serve any purpose. I’m a girl, I don’t have to make sense. Now, does anybody know how I can best accomplish this? There seem to be a million diferent models on the Pro-Tapers website...

Comments:

INKandMETAL

My bike has one black wheel and one red one. Scratches just add character. Be proud.

power to the people.

Posted by Ink and Metal on Friday, July 23, 2004 at 3:09 PM

Charles:

i need rim locks, we gotta switch sets of rims,

OH, wait, there are rim locks on BOTH sets of rims.

oh well

:P

Posted by Charles on Saturday, July 24, 2004 at 6:58 PM