Rode our bikes up to Helen Ga this weekend. I thought I may have pulled my groin muscle from the ride up there,( mainly cause i' not used to such a WIDE bike,), but come to find out, I sprained my fucking ankle, and the inflamation went all the way up my fucking left leg. You see, I was trying to figure out exactly WHEN I could have possibly done this, cause when I got off of the bike in Helen I was fine. And for several hours after that I was fine. It hit me at fucking 2 am, after I had been asleep for about an hour. It took one whole extra day and a night to get the pain to go away enough where I felt like I could ride home. Which apparently, wasn't such a good idea, cause i didn't find out it was my ankle untill i got back in town here, and i have forward controls on my bike, and this was the leg i use to shift with, so i prolly messed it up even more.
Apparently i fell to the ground sometime friday night. I don't think i was drunk enough for this to have happened, but still i am confused.
Either way. it was FUCKING AWESOME, and more than well worth the pain, and my next 3 to 4 days of hobbling rather than walking. I must do these things MUCH more often. It was nice to feel alive again.
Apparently i fell to the ground sometime friday night. I don't think i was drunk enough for this to have happened, but still i am confused.
Either way. it was FUCKING AWESOME, and more than well worth the pain, and my next 3 to 4 days of hobbling rather than walking. I must do these things MUCH more often. It was nice to feel alive again.
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