Then it occurred to me. Sitting idle in the garage. Quietly awaiting my return. So patient in its loneliness. It needed me. Needed to be needed. How could I not?
I hobbled up the stairs, donned some tight shorts, a very thin, very low cut watermelon-pink shirt & some joggers (all made of kevlar, of course...). Back down the stairs & around to the garage. I led my trusty steed out into the sunshine, turned the key & could not believe how amazing it sounded!
We went for a ride, my Storm & I, and it was one of the most wonderful rides we've done. I tell you, people, absence does indeed make the heart grow fonder!!! I seriously could not believe the sound. The doc said 2-3 months post-op & I will probably feel up to getting back on the bike. I count two weeks & two days!
It's SO good to be back!
