It's been four weeks since my bike accident and I'm finally feeling normal. That was some killer concussion and I hope I don't have to go through one again. Four weeks of having your marbles rattled takes it toll. I've learned to appreciate how complex our brains really are.
I'm torn on that bike I used though. Part of me wonders if I could ever trust the brakes on it again and should I sell it. However; if I sell it, I don't have a mountain bike to ride. She's a great bike, I'm just scared to use her. What do you guys think?
I have been riding my fat bike, the Salsa Mukluk. It's been a blast and I did a 20 mile trip with it last week. Even though it looks slow and cumbersome, it's not and I love it. I wish I could afford different tires. I'd love some Surly Nates, but they are something like 100 bucks a tire.
I spent today cleaning out the garage looking for bike parts and organizing things. It still looks like a disaster, but it's more organized. Sort of like my fabric stash..LOL.
Oh..I hiked 4 miles the other day at the local state park. I've never hiked more than 1/2 mile without wanting to throw up. I had a great time with my daughter and between my inhaler and riding bikes, my stamina and strength has improved beyond anything I ever dreamed.