I wanted to write an entry earlier today but I’ve been nursing a bad migraine off and on all day. I still have it even now. I took some medication and it has dulled it a bit, but not completely, so after I’m done with this entry, I may just try to go on to sleep and hope that it’s gone by morning.
Work has been boring. There hasn’t been much going on, partially due to Bike Week. It clogs up traffic big time for a week. It looks like we’ll have about 8 or so houseguests for the weekend and they all want to go out and check out Bike Week. I would prefer to stay away from all the congestion, but instead we’re going to get right in the middle of all of it. Joy. I’ll probably be so ready to go back to classes Monday after all of this. I really haven’t done much during Spring Break, but take it easy, clean some and knit.
Speaking of knitting, I have a question for you knitters out there or maybe even you non-knitters. Is it a bad sign when you look at wooden shish-k-bob skewers and think “Wow, I could knit with those! I wonder what needle size they would be?”
Well, they’ve had a few deaths already during Bike Week. I think a lot of times it isn’t always the fault of the driver of the car. Just the other day I was coming back from my doctor’s office where I had to physically go and pick up a prescription because it is a controlled drug. I was coming back to drop it off at the pharmacy when I noticed 2 bikers waiting to merge in traffic. There was space in front of me and one went ahead and took off. The other one delayed until he noticed his buddy had already left and he decided to go at that time. So the guy pulls out on his bike right in front of me. I’m talking slam on my brakes in front of me. I almost hit him. That pissed me off to no end because it wouldn’t have been my fault, yet he could have been seriously injured or even killed for pulling something that stupid. I usually worry about old people in cars waiting until the last possible second to pull in front of me, not someone on a motorcycle just because he didn’t want to lose his friend who would’ve still been in sight.
I ride a motorcycle and lately I’ve had to ride about every day. That means I ride 50 miles a day and 250 miles a week. I’ve been riding motorcycles for over 15 years. I’ve been in a serious accident on one and it wasn’t my fault. It was 2 weeks after I bought my first motorcycle. Some old lady pulled out crosswise in my lane to make a left turn, but just stopped there. I had a car to my right. It happened so quickly and I only had 2 choices. One was to hit her car in the driver’s side door, which would have thrown me over the handlebars and probably over her car. The other was to swerve and try to get around the front of her and hope to God she didn’t decide to move at the precise moment that I would be in front of her. She didn’t, but there was a patch of oil, water and gravel that I hit and the bike went down on its side at about 40-45 MPH. Somehow, miraculously, I got my leg out from under the heavy beast (about 600 lbs or so) and both the bike and I slid across the asphalt. I slid about a block and the bike slid about 2 blocks. I immediately jumped up and ran to the side of the road because I was concerned about a car hitting me from behind. I didn’t even know how bad I was hurt. I was wearing a t-shirt, shorts and no helmet. I never hit my head, so I was lucky there. I had my asthma inhaler in my side pocket of my shorts and it was the side I went down on. I had this huge bruise about the size of a dinner plate because of it. I also had road rash on both knees, both elbows and my left upper arm. The woman that caused the accident bolted.Â
Luckily some nice man stopped, helped me get my bike off the road and offered to drive me to the hospital or home and get my bike home. We loaded the bike in his pickup truck and he dropped me off at home. I didn’t want to go to the hospital. In fact, I never did go. But when I got home, I realized I didn’t have any bandages big enough for my injuries. My car was in the shop so I had no other way to get around except the bike. So I got back on the bike just an hour or so after the accident and rode to the nearest place to buy some bandages and first aid supplies. It took a while for me to heal, but I kept changing bandages and disinfecting my wounds. I still have some scars today from that accident. 2 months after the accident, I enrolled in motorcycle safety courses, and I’m glad I did.
I’ve had some close calls, but most everyone that has seen me ride or ridden with me says I am a good rider. I try never to ride in anyone’s blind spot or ride next to a vehicle at all if I can. I try to keep some space as a cushion around me and my mind is always thinking of an escape route if I need to get out of the way in a hurry. I’m cautious at intersections and when people are pulling out. I ride in different areas of the lane to maximize the possibility I will be seen more or that a car won’t try to share my lane. I use my horn if I think someone doesn’t see me and they can get pissed about it if they want. At least I know they see me. I ride with my headlight on bright during the day. I can lock up the back tire and keep control of the bike. I know the proper way to apply the brakes. Many of these things I learned in the motorcycle safety course. Most of the time, I just figure I am totally invisible and no one sees me at all when I’m on the bike and I ride accordingly.
Some of these people that come here for Bike Week do not know how to ride. They know how to operate the controls on a motorcycle, but they don’t know how to ride. That’s why I really don’t like to ride during Bike Week. I’ve even had some pass me in the same lane I’m in. I don’t like that. If I’m riding with other people, we always ride staggered and only pull up next to each other at stop lights. If you want to ride a motorcycle, I recommend taking the safety courses even if it isn’t required. You will learn a good bit. Truthfully, if I hadn’t gotten back on my bike the same day I had the accident, I probably would never have gotten back on. I had nightmares about the accident for a while after. It just replayed over and over in my mind in slow motion. It seemed like slow motion when it happened even. Things like that are strange that way.
Most of the time I do enjoy riding, but this riding 50 miles a day puts a damper on it. First of all, it’s usually cold in the morning, so that means long johns, extra shirt, jacket, 2 pairs of gloves (my hands can’t take cold at all because they have been seriously frostbit in the past), and a bandana over my face under my helmet. Then I get to work and peel off the extra layers until I have to go home. Because I ride a sport bike, I don’t have much room to carry anything. I have a small tank bag and that’s about it. I can put stuff in a backpack and wear it if I need to carry more things. The only problem is that wearing the backpack makes my back hurt even worse.  My back already hurts a good bit from riding, being cold and the position I have to ride in. Many times I actually lay down on the tank bag and rest my arms on my knees. It also tends to make my neck hurt, though. It might be one reason I’ve had some migraines lately.
The reason I’ve been riding to work is that we haven’t fixed hubby’s car yet, so he’s been using the truck to drive to Melbourne because it’s a 150 mile drive every day versus my 50 miles. Hopefully in the next couple of weeks we can have it running and I’ll have the truck again.
Well, I’ve got books to read and knitting to do and sleep to get. So that’s all for now.