Spider... I remember that name. I am pretty sure we met a few times, perhaps at one of the Montgomery Bike Nights at King's Cafe?
So were you in a bad accident on a bike?
We met there at King's few times, on Thursdays I think it was. Did some rides too, with a Buell that was constantly falling apart.
No, ironic as it is, no traffic accident crippled me. Just my own DNA. I turned 30 and my immune system started trying to fuse my joints together. Its called ankylosing spondylitis. Coupled with psoriatic arthritis. Here's a pic that should explain why I can't ride anymore:
All the fingers are fused like that, but the thumb still moves. It hurts to use it to do anything. I take morphine 4x + a day. Have been on that level of pain meds for 3 years now. It doesn't help keep my head clear, so even if it didn't hurt, staying focused well enough to avoid accidents isn't a chance worth taking. Only way I know I've taken my meds is that it doesn't hurt as bad. My girlfriend drives me everywhere, or family if she's at work. She's wanted a bike since she learned to drive, and I'm encouraging it. Especially since it means I will get to ride on the back. Won't be the same as piloting myself, but I can't wait to be back on 2 wheels again, even if its from the back seat.
People would think I'm depressed or something, knowing only just that of my situation, but there are so many other good things in my life right now that I've never had before, that I'm actually pretty happy. Happier, in fact, than I've ever been with my life.
Once she gets a bike, we'll be sure to do some rides with you guys again. She (Merette aka Firefly) can't wait to get out on the open road with just 2 wheels. She drives her minivan like its a bike half the time, only a bit slower. And lives for road trips.
Shiny side up.
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Spider