Nov 13. Day 194

Nov 13. Day 194. Friday the 13th. Woke up to no water at the house and was miserable
with hip pain. Too much ibuprofen washed down with coffee caused my stomach to be upset. Went to work early to skip lunch and go see the orthopedic doctor and thanks to a cortisone shot from him my hip isn’t hurting like it was but it feels tight and it is sore from the shot and I am walking slow. The doctor told me my right hip is worn more than my left...I told him it is from kick starting motorcycles for the last 52 years. Has it really been that long since 1968? Plus I walk between 5 and 10 miles per day, every day except Sunday. So, I finally get home and I make up my mind that I’m gonna ride but part of me fears it is a bad decision. I get on the bike and I can’t raise my right leg up more than the running board....can’t get it up to my brake petal...yep bad decision so I am being careful on Friday the 13th. The neatest thing is the song on the radio..Styx..Take me back to my boat on the river and I won’t cry out anymore....made up my own lyrics...the highway is long, the cycle it touches my soul like the clouds in the sky. All roads lead to tranquility base where the frown on my face disappears. Riding my bike on that long lonesome highway so I won’t cry out anymore....
Wasn’t a bad decision after all.