Haven't been on here for a while now--

It's an ADD thing--I concentrate on something for a while and then get distracted. My distraction this time was SUMMER. On my "Bucket List" was to get my motorcycle endorsement. I got my motorcycle in November of 2008. It was too wintery outside to ride it so when the sun broke out in February 2009 (the 21st to be exact) My current (bleck!) boyfriend and I met the gang for a ride. I was doing well and starting to get comfortable. On the way home I was following my boyfriend who was traveling too fast for me to keep up. Now, we were only a mile or so from my house and I knew perfectly well where I was going. Did I slow down to a speed more suitable to my skill level? Nooooooo  I was rounding what I will now refer to as The Curve of Death (which can be identified by all the skid marks of other poor fools on the concrete barrier), hit a patch of gravel and slid right into the barrier. I don't remember what happened next until I looked down at my poor, useless left arm dangling that I couldn't move. Blood was splashing up into my helmet. My first thought was "oh, shit, I broke my arm. I managed to ride my bike off the wall on a bent wheel 500 yards or so to the side of the road where I stood in shock until a very nice man (who was fortunately for me) an off duty EMT happened to be following me in his car, pulled over and took me off the bike. By that time my boyfriend after seeing my headlight go out and pulling over, had run back to where I was. The ambulance came and after a little moraphine, I felt better and wanted to go home. That was not in the cards. Instead I rode in the ambulance to the hospital and had emergency surgery to put my arm back together. Then four months of physical therapy. Six months later I was ready to ride but just a little nervous. I took a safety class and flunked. (Passed the written-flunked the riding.) 2010 another class. Flunked again--same deal. 2011 My girlfriend Puddles offered to help me with riding time and instruction so I took her up on her oh so generous offer. (Thanks Puddles-I am forever grateful) We rode every Friday and sometimes Saturday and Sunday. We mostly went just the two of us, but we also got some group riding in so by September I was ready for class number 3. No pressure. LOL I managed to pull this one off and now I have a hard earned motorcycle endorsement. Then the rains came. This is after all, Washington State. Now I'm back doing the rainy weather stuff. Like blogging---

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