... Didn't see no light just a strange sucking sound before I was drawn into a swirling vortex....
So, that explains the brain damage then?
Congrats on being a surviver, many just start taking all the advice to stay alive, but then merely exist.
I've not gone through the medical traumas you have, hope I never do (just a little skin cancer to keep me aware).
People ask me, "How long are you going to keep riding?" with the obvious inference I'm too old and it might kill me. The answer I give them is always the same, "Until I can't." Not one hundred percent true, I'd give up if my family asked me to, but so far they support me.
Keeps me alert, helps keep me fit, rides to look forward to, people to meet, countryside to admire, new skills to learn, new experiences, new challenges. And, later, memories to savour for when I can't ride.
This Saturday past and next Saturday I'm on a
police BikeSafe workshop. Son doing the same. I shall be assessed by a policeman riding behind. New experience. ("Make progress" is their mantra, but they teach "You are not allowed to exceed the speed limit." Hope I can cope. I have been followed before by a serving police officer doing some pretty high speeds. But he was enjoying himself as much as I was. Not the same scenario.)
Hmmm. 70 in August. Hey, I'm just going out for a ride ...
