I'm Back!

Hello all,

Sable Angel here. It's been two LONG months since I've had the use of both of my arms and I can't begin to tell you what a wonderful feeling being dexterous can be.

I will NEVER again take for granted the use of my left hand. Try going to the bathroom with only one hand--not easy. The worst is giving yourself a wedgie and not be able to undo it!
I withdrew for the last few months and went about the task of healing. According to my doctors and physical therapist, I'm healing very quickly. At six weeks, I've 70% use of my left arm [broken on the upper humerus-not funny at all].

All this started as a need to learn to ride a motorcycle.  My husband, Wingman, has RA that is getting increasingly worse with the passage of time. I'm not ready to give up riding on a motorcycle whether it be front or back and saw the need to learn to drive. Our Harley is a bit bigger than I can handle at this point, approximately 1300 pounds, and while I'm a very 'fluffy' Angel, fluffy doesn't equate strength.

So I went to the local motorcycle riding class endorsed by the Department of Transportation in our state and failed miserably. Too much fear stopped me from succeeding. At first, I withdrew and allowed my fear to control the situation. Then I got mad... really mad. I'm not ancient, but I'll never see 40 again, and I'm tired of my fear ruling my life.

I began a campaign to find a small motorcycle on which to practice so I could take the class again and get my motorcycle endorsement. All of our riding friends had 'just sold' a small bike perfect for my need except for one. He had a little bit bigger bike he wasn't using and needed some work done on his house, so we bartered and I got a Honda 600.

Fast forward a couple weeks. I was feeling adventurous and wanted to go farther than the local parking lot. Wingman and I took a road I learned later was infamous for attacking motorcycles. I was doing well within the speed limit when the front wheel hit gravel. Any rider will tell you, gravel is not your friend. The bike went right and I went left. Funny the things you think when you know you're going to be hurt. My first thought was, "Oh, no... road rash."

One black eye, cut above the left brow, broken left humerus and two legs black and blue from the knee down were the result.  The motorcycle cost $38.00 to fix; me--$6000. I've since been back on the bike and won't allow this motorcycle to beat me.

As you can well guess, I have a new nickname-Crash. I've opted to call my bike Bruiser. I think we now understand each other very well and will get along from this point forward. Which brings me back to my title--I'm back!

Sable Angel