I haven’t posted for a while mainly because I am still not riding. Into my 8th month of recovery from my motorcycle accident back in October 2015, I am regaining strength and flexibility day by day. Yet, as hard as I have worked especially since March 21st, 2016-the day I became weight-bearing, I feel I have such a long way to go.
I left my parents house around 1600 hrs yesterday to only ride to the Port Jeff/Bridgeport Ferry over to Connecticut. I wanted to get close to MAX BMW in Brookfield, CT and be able to ride another short distance in the morning to be there when they opened.
While in Stony Brook I got to see my sisters and some of their own family members as well as their dogs. My sisters and families are even more obsessed with their dogs than I am. 😉 I mean that in a caring and loving way.
Never enough time with family but the time we had over pizza and just hanging out was nice. My parents rushed down to the the ferry without me knowing they were to say one last good bye. WE had about 2 mins. before I boarded. I cried on the ferry but they don’t know…perhaps they do now.
Was able to see a few friends from when I was a kid and from high school days. It’s been over 30 years! I will be returning to NY in July via a plane for my 30th high school reunion. Continue reading “Day 17 – Shortest Riding Day”