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Be vewy vewy quiet……please. Nobody tell my Urologist! Today I did a no-no and went for a ride on my bike.  I RODE my bicycle today. CashFlow is out of the house!

OK, there, it’s out, and it is a Secret no more.  I don’t feel better about telling that lie yet though.  Oh wait, I haven’t really told a lie, it’s just that I went against doctor’s orders.  Against his very direct statement, “you can ride your bike after 6 weeks. Not sooner.”  Bother.

Here is what I know.  The Six Week Rule (SWR) is all about letting the previously abused-during-surgery parts and pieces fall back into place and let them realize they have a little more room than before.  And to let the tube that was cut and sewn back together get healed up again for long-term duty.  And previous to the newly made-up SWR I’m pretty sure he also said everything looks good, and to just go about life.  So, I changed the SWR to the new and improved FWR (Five Week Rule). And then I went for a ride.

And it was good.

I am here to tell you, it was REAL good!  Now, I say that because I’m not bleeding, and I didn’t fall off the bike, and I didn’t hurt my muscles too much by riding hard, and so far so good…..and it FELT really good while I was on the bike.  Now that I am off, it feels as if I went for a ride.  No aches or pains to report, and nothing went Bump while I was out.

Oh sure, I forgot some things about riding a bike.  As an example, I forgot:

• about the bike seat penetrating my butt like I was a new convict at the prison just after Lights Out
• about how much energy is required to actually move forward faster than granny using her walker to get across Fair Oaks Blvd
• how difficult it is to haul the added 12 pounds around when you’ve been off the bike for NINE MONTHS!
• how great it is to be back on the bike

So I knew this is how it would be too….but that doesn’t make it any easier!  And I have to think CashFlow (the name of my bike) didn’t know what happened. 

Don't leave me alone too long.....things happen!

After months of slumber some dude who looked like the previous owner is pumping up the tires for the first time in months, and lubing the chain, and adjusting and primping the derailleurs, and it seemed like time for a ride!  But the dude who climbed on to do the pedaling was fat and didn’t seem to know how to miss a pot-hole in the road, and couldn’t possibly have been the same guy.  I felt bad for making CashFlow carry my fat butt around Carmichael!

And now I am happy to report, in spite of riding sans prostate (or perhaps BECAUSE of it), my life just got better…..again. Man it’s good to be me!

PS – on a dare from my nephew, I shaved my head.  Picture that!