Back in 1980 or 81 some idiot cut a corner way too tight at an intersection where I was stopped on my bike at a stop sign, causing me to bail out to save my hide. A combination of anger and embarrassment caused me to right it using a combination of the snatch and jerk. (By the way, I was in Tijuana at the time) Following an agonizing ride home to San Diego on a Sunday afternoon I crawled into my house and spent the night groaning and begging my wife to do everything for me. The next day the flight surgeon grounded me (for three WEEKS!) Muscle relaxers and mild stretching exercises got me walking semi normally in a few days. That bike only weighed 450 lbs and I was in my 20’s. We old guys have to watch it Ed.

We all like to think of ourselves as rugged individualists. But when push comes to shove most of us are sheep who do what we are told. Worst of all, a lot of us become unpaid agents of whoever is controlling the agenda by enforcing the current dogma on the few rugged individualists who actually exist.