The Longest Friday

Its been over 3 months of regrowing bone and ligament, and every day I’d head out to the garage and test my hand on the clutch.  This week, with a great deal of satisfaction I finally reeled in that stiff  lever on my father’s R75. I new it was time to fire her up and I was thrilled to be back on two wheels.  It wasn’t my beloved GS, but I made up for it in classic style on that beautiful airhead.

I’ve still got a little more therapy to do(cant fully close my left hand yet, and the ankle is still a bit swollen),..

Its not like they were pretty feet to begin with anyway

check this device out, it cranks your ankle into certain positions to try force extended range of motion…I’m pretty sure it was actually designed during the Spanish Inquisition… I certainly feel like confessing every time I turn one of those knobs.

….but I can smell the open road..and it wont be long.  I’m giving myself another month, then I’m heading back to Australia.  I don’t know how long its going to take to fix up that GS, but I suspect I’ll be rolling into the outback some time in February.

I can’t confirm a route until I get the bike repaired, but I’ve got an ambitious plan in mind.  A couple possibilities. As of now I’m shoot’n for red.