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It's been two weeks since my crash and I'm feeling much better. I put on real pants today instead of sweatpants, but I had to loosen the belt by a whole notch. I'm going to choose to believe that's from the swelling around my hips and not from the 5 pounds I gained from all of the emotional support cookies. You need the calories to keep your strength up, you see.
 
Ash said:
It's been two weeks since my crash and I'm feeling much better. I put on real pants today instead of sweatpants, but I had to loosen the belt by a whole notch. I'm going to choose to believe that's from the swelling around my hips and not from the 5 pounds I gained from all of the emotional support cookies. You need the calories to keep your strength up, you see.
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5 lbs. Pffft.

Try the COVID-19 that I put on during the pandemic...
 
Baggsy said:
Tried it later on a more powerful boat and it was brutal. Neighbours used to barefoot and lift one foot. That I wouldn’t try, highest count was eight skips before he hit the shore.
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"If you're moving at 100 miles per hour, even a pool of water would feel like concrete. So imagine what concrete feels like." - Nicky Hayden
 
FullMotoJacket said:
"If you're moving at 100 miles per hour, even a pool of water would feel like concrete. So imagine what concrete feels like." - Nicky Hayden
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A friend used to race outboards and we’d count the skips before an arm or leg dug in like a sea anchor. Then the hurt started.
 
Along with the physical aches and pains, one's senior years also take a mental toll. There are predators that prey on the aging.

My neighbourhood has a lot of seniors, some widows and widowers and they are vulnerable to what I call rooftoppers.

They see an elderly homeowner and the come on is:

"We're working in the area and I just noticed a possible problem on your roof. I can check it out for you before it rains"

Then they say they saw loose shingles or an animal disappearing, possibly in a hole. They know most seniors will not go up a ladder so the scammer goes up and reports seeing a problem they can fix quickly for cash." The reality is they kicked out a shingle or knocked something loose.

One widowed neighbour got scammed for $1700 over loose shingles.

Another one called in a "Techie" to fix her computer and a week later when she went to the bank the teller looked at her activity and told her she was being scammed.
 
nobbie48 said:
Another one called in a "Techie" to fix her computer and a week later when she went to the bank the teller looked at her activity and told her she was being scammed.
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I changed the password on my parent's online banking accounts and didn't tell them, so they can't log in.

Every time I visit them, I need to wipe all the computers and smartphones because of all the malware that's collected on there since the last time. They've never met an e-mail/WhatsApp attachment that didn't warrant a Curiousity-Click.

If they ever get a phone call from the police, CRA, government whatever, I tell them to inform me immediately.

They are text-book senior citizen targets ripe for on-line hacking. :rolleyes:

If they need anything done financially, I make sure that they have to physically go to the bank and see a teller.
 
Was in Niagara for a few days with the family. Going from my normal ~6k steps per day to 15-20k for multiple days apparently flared up something I didn't know I had. Doctor google indicates bilateral peroneal tendinopathy or sinus tarsi syndrome. Doh. Time to go see a physio and get some help. It hurts like a mother.
 
GreyGhost said:
Was in Niagara for a few days with the family. Going from my normal ~6k steps per day to 15-20k for multiple days apparently flared up something I didn't know I had. Doctor google indicates bilateral peroneal tendinopathy or sinus tarsi syndrome. Doh. Time to go see a physio and get some help. It hurts like a mother.
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Stay away from Niagara. Problem solved.
 
I got a booster vaccination yesterday for shingles.

Anyways, the muscle the put it in started cramping and that worked itself down to my baby finger, and down my back. So at the moment a have a really sore spot on my shoulder blade, that seems related. It can’t be getting out of bed the wrong way, as that would have made it worse, rather than causing it.
 
Done the Great Wall a couple days ago, my knees and left hip tells me don’t do that again.
 
Good read for the aging rider....taking on a world journey at 70 !!!
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My hero ....still riding at 90 and he redid his original journey start at 69 and finished at 72.
His ode to the aging rider
But philosophical resignation is no help when joints lock up for no apparent reason, muscles go into inconvenient spasm, valves declare their right to open and shut regardless of my intentions, pumps behave erratically or not at all, and the whole marvellous mechanism of life, which for seven decades has operated beautifully out of sight and mind, now demands maintenance and supervision and threatens to run amok. Meanwhile my motorcycle functions perfectly and makes a mockery of me.

There are days when I feel like some antiquated factory, patched and riveted and scarred by welds, spurting steam and smoke from split pipes and burst gaskets, leaking and dribbling and rustily squeaking away its last days before the scrapyard. Well, at least the factory still produces something. I’m far from wanting to go gentle into that good night, and a certain amount of rage is appropriate, but then I have to appreciate also how fortunate I am. I have contemporaries who are envious of my good health, and it’s true that all the really vital components do their job and show no sign of giving up. If I put my mind to it and make the effort I could probably even turn my body clock back a year or two
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Everyone said I looked younger than when I’d left, which was very nice of them. And that, believe it or not, was the end of a journey around the world – 59,000 miles of riding, forty-eight countries, all that time passed. But I had a hard job believing that I’d been anywhere. Standing there in Dorset I couldn’t find anything to connect me with the Sudanese desert or the music of Brazil, or the Andes, or the Outback.

It was all very peculiar. As though I hadn’t really been anywhere at all.
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