Yes, I know, growing old is the only alternative to dying young, but its still a pain in the everything. The last few days here have been about as perfect weather as can be for riding, but the bike just sits untouched in the garage. I am battling a head cold with a cough that just won't quit. In my younger days a cold like this would be annoying, but would not have stopped me from riding. But this cold is both knocking me out and frankly, fogging up my head. I know in my brain that riding when I feel like this is just not a smart thing to do. And when I was younger, a cold like this would last a few days and then be gone, but this time it is dragging on for what seems like an eternity. It doesn't help that I am barely sleeping due to the endless coughing. I keep reminding myself that there are plenty of folks who were younger than I am that I see listed in the daily obituaries in the newspaper, so complaining about a cold and cough is pretty wimpy, but as an aging senior citizen I now reserve the right to feel sorry for myself as much as I want to.
And yesterday, while this cold was really getting to me, I tried to help my son-in-law carry and set up a 16 foot step ladder in their new home, and between my cold and my torn rotator cuff injuries in both shoulders, found it was just too much for me. I had to ask my 14 year old granddaughter to help with carrying this heavy ladder on my end with my son-in-law on the other end. And when my 11 year old grandson ran over to help, yelling "be careful Grandpa, you might hurt yourself" I felt about 100 years old.My new T-shirt, patting myself on the back for still riding motorcycles while in my 70's, just wasn't making me feel any better.
And yesterday, while this cold was really getting to me, I tried to help my son-in-law carry and set up a 16 foot step ladder in their new home, and between my cold and my torn rotator cuff injuries in both shoulders, found it was just too much for me. I had to ask my 14 year old granddaughter to help with carrying this heavy ladder on my end with my son-in-law on the other end. And when my 11 year old grandson ran over to help, yelling "be careful Grandpa, you might hurt yourself" I felt about 100 years old.My new T-shirt, patting myself on the back for still riding motorcycles while in my 70's, just wasn't making me feel any better.