As I sit here drinking my morning tea and nursing sore hips after doing do much lifting and assorted other chores associated with moving to Cambria I'm thankful more then ever for my Catrike 700. Riding my 700 and riding fast is pretty much all I got that keeps me active and physical. It's the only thing that keeps me tolerable for my beautiful wife.
I need to be active or dead. When my time comes to check out, whether it's tomorrow or thirty years from now, those fools who love me know that I have no intention of slowly fading away lying down in a bed. Living a physical life has taken it's toll but it's the way I choose to live regardless. Hip replacements, back repair, shoulder repair, knee repairs and assorted other shit is all forgotten as I ride. As long as I can hit the road on three fast wheels I know I'm still alive.
