After 4, almost 5, solid couch days... 4 solid days of coughing.. or as I now call it 'intense ab work'.. I am ready to return to life. The antibiotics are kicking in, I am slowly coughing less and able to get quality-ish sleep. Life is starting to look up. I am still exhausted and cough as though I have smoked half my life (I don't smoke)... but, its still looking up. I really miss my bike... she's getting SO dusty in the garage... something about pneumonia and riding don't mesh well.
Air forced into the lungs when the lungs cant handle what they already have... that equals pain. I have missed out on riding. Missed out on shenanigans. Missed out on my last night of bags on 2 different leagues... sad sad sad. I am tired of bonding with the psycho cats. They are fine and all... but I hate cat hair. And Fidel, the fat one, hurts when he decides to walk on top of me to get closer to my face to snuggle... aka rests his big bodanky-donk on my chest. I caved and started watching Orange is the New Black. Here is my relationship with TV in general: ____________ I don't have one. I rarely watch TV.. I literally bought my tv because it was awkward to sit on my couch and face a big open wall with nothing on it. No joke. If you look closely, there is still plastic on the thing 4 years later. I have heard all about OITHB. I like prison/criminal type stuff, so I didn't even want to watch it because I didn't want to get hooked. I don't do sitting still well. 3 episodes in, I was kind of happy that I wasn't hooked yet. I mean, its ok, but nothing I need to watch. 4 days later... and 14 episodes in... crap. Now I like the show and want to know what happens next. And I CAN... because there are 4 or 5 seasons of this junk readily available to me at the click of a button. Uff da. In between my new found semi-addiction, I also watched some oldies but goodies... Monty Python and the Holy Grail (hilariously and mindlessly stupid),
Airplane! (more of the same), Bridesmaids (me and my friends in real life as portrayed by actresses) and some random true crime shows. I begin to wonder how long it takes a person to develop bed sores. Like, after 4.5 days of laying around, should i be concerned?! My mind has had enough laying around. My body doesn't quite agree yet. I have mostly slept on the couch because the second I lay completely horizontal, my lungs wake up and shout out chorus after chorus to the world in a deep, dark, ominous sounding bark. If I can remain somewhat upright, the lungs don't sing as much. And my abs are literally turning into an 18 pack, so I don't need to cough that hard anymore!!! I cant remember the last time I sat around this much or the last time I watched this much anything on tv. To think that some people chose to do this every day of their life bewilders me. Sitting still is just not my gig. I also discovered snap chat... that stuff is highly entertaining during desperate, bored times!
Sent to my parents.. MEAN
So when slowly, I return to normal things, like laundry, without wheezing to death.. I get a little excited. I am being super careful not to push the envelope, as they say. I realize the seriousness of pneumonia and sure the heck don't want to go backwards and get sick all over again. This has been absolutely miserable. I have missed 3 days of work. I rarely miss work because of illness.... not of fan. I think I have literally slept more in the last week than I have in 3 months combined. Which yes, I realize may be part of the illness problem.... I will work on that.
But its also humbling to have such amazing friends. I mean, I feel like I have been down for the count for a month.. but in reality, its been 5 days. And in that 5 days, I have had friends offer to bring me food, go to the store for me, pick up my drugs.. I have received care packages, check in texts, and even had flowers delivered.
I feel so fortunate to have that many people who care that I am sick - and only for 5 days!! But those that know me, know that I never have my bike parked for more than a day in the summer, I never watch TV, and I rarely sit still, let alone stay home for days in a row. Its just not me. I like to be on the go! But its great to know that things like the garage door being shut for too many hours in the summer days sets off an internal alert to the point my roomie checked on me when she opened the door and saw my bike sitting there. In the summer. In the middle of the day. She said this is when she knew something was seriously wrong. LOL. Here is to hoping I am on the mend and the end (health!) is near!!
Part One: How to pack a lot of gear on a motorcycle... and keep it there for the duration of the trip!! How the heck do I get ALL the gear I need on the bike to ride long distance and/or camp?? Where there is a will, there is a way! I started riding and camping with my Suzuki Boulevard M50 - Love that bike, still own it. I had two gallon size saddlebags on her and the rest was pure strategy. I bought a Saddleman luggage pack and a bunch of bungees - which quickly got traded in for LOTS of straps and then a net on top. I first went long distance riding and motorcycle camping with a good friend, nickname HD, years ago. Let me tell you, she was a GREAT teacher in the art of packing a motorcycle. I would make the effort, get to the meeting point, have to retighten every since strap, ride, and repeat. She probably felt both sorry for me and annoyed by me for the extra time I took at stops to make sure my gear wasn't going to wind up on someone's windshield. So between her expertise…
Remember when you first started learning how to ride a
bike? It’s a struggle to keep your balance and if you start to tip over your
first instinct is to jump off the bike, hands first, planting your wrists
against the ground with force, while your skin is soaking up the gravel, one
tiny pebble at a time... and then you run crying the whole way home? Well, when
you’re on a motorcycle do NOT do that. Nothing will go well if you try to jump
off a 700-pound metal beast with flammable liquids between your legs and think
that you’re going to be able superman your body farther than your bike will
land. You can’t fly. Your bike can. You won’t win. The best thing to do is
opposite of what your instinct might be – when you start to tip over, think of
the bus lady yelling the rules at you on the first day of school. “Keep your
hands and legs IN the bus (aka on the handlebars and foot pegs) while in motion”.
And motion includes that of tipping over. At least on my Suzuki and my Victory,
the bike …
A lot of people hang up their motorcycle keys once temps get into the 40's. Those people are kind of smart. I, however, choose to ride until Mother Nature makes it physically impassable to do so, aka snow falls and stays on the ground. In order to ride when its in the teens, 20's, 30's, or even 40's, there is some gear that is a necessity to try to keep remotely warm while riding. And thanks to this gear, I have only gotten frostbite once while riding motorcycle. And to be honest, I doubt ANY cold riding gear would have spared my fingers from riding 70mph in temps of NINE (9) degrees. Yeah, that was stupid. But I was on a mission..... I WAS going to ride to Daytona!! And naturally, it had been in the 50's the week prior, aka when I decided I was going to ride there. Anyways - here is my GO TO cold riding gear!
<--- In Iowa, on way to Daytona. It warmed up to 24 degrees!!! There is no solution for frozen eyeballs.
Tour Master Synergy 2.0 Electrically Heated Leath…
Ah, the annual fall trek to the Bikes, Blues, and BBQ Rally - in Fayetteville, Arkansas. Northwest Arkansas is my ALL time favorite place to ride in the USA. Four of us girls took off after work to get a head start on the (easy) 11 hour ride. The more daylight we could arrive in, the better, since 3 of us were going to need to set up camp when we arrived to Arkansas.
Sporting my Nomadic Gear thanks to @NomadicMichigan
We all look so bad-ass in our leathers!!!
We stopped for the night just outside of Des Moines - get a few hours of sleep, and back on the road in the morning!
After an easy 7 hour ride to Eureka Springs, we debated between heading straight to camp to set up, or heading straight to the Cat House bar to park and walk over to Aquarius for THE BEST TACOS in the entire region. In the end, Tacos clearly won! Aquarius is a cute little place on Main Street in Eureka Springs, AR. I don't even think the name of the place is on the outside - they get straight to the point …