I finally completed the instalation of my duallever brake levers and the push button electronic shifter on my bike and was ready to go for a ride. I backed it down my driveway and managed to start riding up the street. After about two blocks I managed to get my feet up onto the footpegs. then I rode for a few blocks and when I came to the first stop I found that my feet had gotten wedged on the pegs and I could not get them off, so I had to run the light. After a few blocks of riding I managed to dislodge them and was able to stop. I looked to see what was causing them to get stuck and then I was off again with my feet on the pegs but no longer stuck. I made some slow speed maneuvers for practice then I was on my way. After around 25 miles I stopped at agas station and enjoyed a cigarette. After my cigarette I got back on the bike and started to leave, but somehow I managed to lose control and laid it down right away. Fortunately there was a strong young man right behind me that ran over and picked my bike up for me. Two other guys were also saying something about me having a bad leg which was probably why I fell. He pointed out the crutches that were strapped to my seat as evidence to his statement. I pointed out to him that I actually had two bad legs, not just one. They were all very supportive and gave me some encouraging words and then after circling the parking lot to regain my composure I was back on the road. Damage to my bike from this incident was a cracked turn signal and the little ball on the end of my clutch lever was broken off. I then rode another 30+ miles with no mishaps and parked the bike at my wifes house next to my boat. Later that evening I also took my bike out for a short ride to the bank and back to get some cash with no mishaps.
The following morning we went to the airport early to send my Daughter off on a two week trip to Europe. When my wife and I got back home I decided to take my bike out for some practice. I rode over to a nearby K-mart parking lot and began doing some slow speed maneuvering and braking excercises. After a little while I ended up lalying it down again. Fortunately someone happened along and helped me pick it back up again. Then before I even left that spot my bike rolled off of the kickstand and trapped my leg underneath it. After a little while someone else came along and help me get her upright again. those two falls resulted in three broken turn signals, so I got on and rode her back to my wifes house. As soon as I stopped at my wifes house I toppled over again and was again trapped underneath my bike. Fortunately a neighbor came along and helped me pik it up again. I then sat there and using a butane fueled soldering iron tha I had with me I welded the turn signals all back together. That last fall had caused me to twist my knee pretty good and so I was limping around after that with a very sore knee. because of the problems that I experienced that day I decided that I would ride her back home and then park her until my legs were feeling stronger. So I moiunted up and put on my helmet. WHile I was putting on my gloves she decided to roll foreward and off of the kickstand again. However I guess because it was so unexpected or because my hands were busy, when I tried to get up from the ground I could not do so. I laid there on the ground and rolled around a bit but no mattter how hard I tried I was unable to get up off the ground because of an incredible pain in my hip. After a while I gave up trying and allowed my wife to call an ambulance. THe ambulance came and put me on a gurney and rushed me off to the emergency room and after a few xrays I was informed that my hip was broken. A bit later they had assembled a team to surgically put my hip back together and they did so. Prior to the operation though the nurses offered me some pain medication. Which after having been jostled around in the back of the ambulance and also from the positions they forced me to get into for the x-rays sounded very good. Because of my pain level being so high I requested that they give me some fentanyl. Unfortunately they informed me that the strongest thing they had was morphine. So although Idid not refuse it, the morphine was also pretty much useless for me because of the high doses of Oxycontin/oxycodone that I take every day for the pain caused by my SCI.
The following evening they decided to ship me off to a nursing home to continue my rehabilitation therapy. After about aweek I decided that it was time to go home so although I had to leave the nursing home without medical consent I went home anyway. ANd that brings us up to right now with me siting here typing my adventures down here for you to read.
The following morning we went to the airport early to send my Daughter off on a two week trip to Europe. When my wife and I got back home I decided to take my bike out for some practice. I rode over to a nearby K-mart parking lot and began doing some slow speed maneuvering and braking excercises. After a little while I ended up lalying it down again. Fortunately someone happened along and helped me pick it back up again. Then before I even left that spot my bike rolled off of the kickstand and trapped my leg underneath it. After a little while someone else came along and help me get her upright again. those two falls resulted in three broken turn signals, so I got on and rode her back to my wifes house. As soon as I stopped at my wifes house I toppled over again and was again trapped underneath my bike. Fortunately a neighbor came along and helped me pik it up again. I then sat there and using a butane fueled soldering iron tha I had with me I welded the turn signals all back together. That last fall had caused me to twist my knee pretty good and so I was limping around after that with a very sore knee. because of the problems that I experienced that day I decided that I would ride her back home and then park her until my legs were feeling stronger. So I moiunted up and put on my helmet. WHile I was putting on my gloves she decided to roll foreward and off of the kickstand again. However I guess because it was so unexpected or because my hands were busy, when I tried to get up from the ground I could not do so. I laid there on the ground and rolled around a bit but no mattter how hard I tried I was unable to get up off the ground because of an incredible pain in my hip. After a while I gave up trying and allowed my wife to call an ambulance. THe ambulance came and put me on a gurney and rushed me off to the emergency room and after a few xrays I was informed that my hip was broken. A bit later they had assembled a team to surgically put my hip back together and they did so. Prior to the operation though the nurses offered me some pain medication. Which after having been jostled around in the back of the ambulance and also from the positions they forced me to get into for the x-rays sounded very good. Because of my pain level being so high I requested that they give me some fentanyl. Unfortunately they informed me that the strongest thing they had was morphine. So although Idid not refuse it, the morphine was also pretty much useless for me because of the high doses of Oxycontin/oxycodone that I take every day for the pain caused by my SCI.
The following evening they decided to ship me off to a nursing home to continue my rehabilitation therapy. After about aweek I decided that it was time to go home so although I had to leave the nursing home without medical consent I went home anyway. ANd that brings us up to right now with me siting here typing my adventures down here for you to read.