the recovery

[markg0vbr]

a good forty mile ride today and 2hours pushing wheelchair about i may go mad tonight and have a red smarty they are a bit like lsd for me.

 

[markg0vbr]

i have my first sun tan of the year i got home at lunch time yesterday from a sunny ride when i removed my bandanna there it was. tan line! i now look like i have a screw top head again

 

[markg0vbr]

i had a bit of wheelchair rage today; the local supermarket is crammed to the gills you struggle to get around with one of there under sized trolleys and they keep putting baskets of discount stuff in the isles​

i came around a corner and this bint with a pull along shopping basket strode over my legs then dragged the basket after her. i did point out though in a wheel chair "i can still feel my legs and it f*^&% well hurt" as i grabbed the basket out of her hand and skidded it back down the isle where she had come from. it was the way she did it as though i was some thing in the way rather than a person that got me mad. i was in mid corner trying not to take my nuckles off on the shelving <bang searing pain in my bad leg> not even a sorry kiss my bum or anything %*!"£%$£%^**& """% bint "$%^^.​

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pushing my dad about for 45 years in a wheelchair in various locations has left me with no illusions about the average pedestrian. this one runs a close second the woman who as my dad was sat in a restaurant eating his dinner; without a word pulled him away from the table as he was cutting his lamb chop that one got a bit heated and she ended up leaving, all she kept saying was "well i wanted to get by and He (in tone of voice used to describe dog doo doo) was in the way".​

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and breath.​

 

[Speicher]

for Mark

Please take particularly note that I will not kiss your bum or any other part of your nanatomy,

The person in question did not even see you. Some peeps seem to put blinking blinkers on when they are shopsing.

I have given up visiting large dupermarkets, for anything at all. Earlier today, a very friendly gentleman delivered my groceries wot I ordered on line. I save petrol, aggro, and do not buy things that I do not need. Freshly fruity vegetabley type goods and biskits, jams etc are procured from local "Ye Olde Fashioned" shoppes, with friendly assistants' assistance.

You may have noticed unusual thuds and beeps while I have written this post. This is cos I am using ye olde steam-powered puter. The super fast laptop puter is being repaired, I think it needs a boot up the backside or something.

That will explain my absence from this fred over the past week or so. I hope you were not thinking that you had upset me.

 

[byegad]

Maybe you should adopt the trick a rather good looking American lady cyclist tried after having her bum patted one to many times in traffic jams. She took to carrying a Magnum revolver in a holster on her hip. Apparently no one felt the urge to pat her bum after that! So get out the Uzi 9mm and oil her up Mark.

 

[markg0vbr]

for Mark

Please take particularly note that I will not kiss your bum or any other part of your nanatomy,

The person in question did not even see you. Some peeps seem to put blinking blinkers on when they are shopsing.

I have given up visiting large dupermarkets, for anything at all. Earlier today, a very friendly gentleman delivered my groceries wot I ordered on line. I save petrol, aggro, and do not buy things that I do not need. Freshly fruity vegetabley type goods and biskits, jams etc are procured from local "Ye Olde Fashioned" shoppes, with friendly assistants' assistance.

You may have noticed unusual thuds and beeps while I have written this post. This is cos I am using ye olde steam-powered puter. The super fast laptop puter is being repaired, I think it needs a boot up the backside or something.

That will explain my absence from this fred over the past week or so. I hope you were not thinking that you had upset me.

you could have sent a missive to bygad towers and his gentlemans, gentleman, would have transcribed it for us. what is the lap top in for? scraping the tipex of the screen? did you threaten it with a sound thrashing, that always works in the office.

the head of the department cam in to have a chat with head of section. as the three of us on the pones have head sets on, it is imposable to know if we are chatting to some one on the phone or each other, as we can only see the top of each others heads we just talk to the cubical wall.

the conversation was going quite well; with practised use of the mute button, two other operators asking me questions about pesting "technical term that" while i was giving advice to my caller on the correct operation of a wood burning stove mixed in with advice on a beetle infestation.
periodically we have to make notes on stats, calls in queuing answer messages left ect so mixed in with this, op 1 will say sab* if they are then in mid flow you hold up finger for you stats or shout back your numbers if they are not on a call.
voip phones are fantastic as you get special effects even if you dont want them**, so a periodic "fubar?" question is uttered by a op, followed with ok if yours is working or cheque or snap if not; this is wear the sound thrashing comes in and almost always has the system back in a jiff.
the head of department sort of stood there for a bit with this odd look on his face and wondered off looking back now and then, no one worked out what he came to see the head of section about, i think his brain had a sneeze.

i will have you know i have been paying quite a lot of attention to my bum, in preparation for the, mankeani Yorkshire trikers ride to raise money and the blood pressure of the fair maidens of the county; we will be riding about on trikes in mankeanis until we think people have given us enough money to stop.
how do you stand on the subject of back waxing natural or waxed?
i think i will have to start deploying my recumbent flags on the chair or fit budica wheels with the rotating spikes

*system analysis b......s
** you can hear your self saying some thing 1 second after you say some thing, which is a bit daft as if you could hear your self 1 second before you say some thing you would know what to say.

 

[markg0vbr]

Maybe you should adopt the trick a rather good looking American lady cyclist tried after having her bum patted one to many times in traffic jams. She took to carrying a Magnum revolver in a holster on her hip. Apparently no one felt the urge to pat her bum after that! So get out the Uzi 9mm and oil her up Mark.

i was thinking the same thing today as a car went past at 60+ mph with 6" of clearance, cyclist should be issued with fire arms and be allowd to take three pot shots at any one that courses them distress. when i take over after the revolution it will be the first thing i do, well not the first i will have to the palace and hand over the keys to a council flat in moss side for them to move in to and do the list the one i have been adding to over the last ten years in purple crayon. then i will sort out transport; that reminds me 4x4 drivers that dont go off road best jot that one down.

 

[markg0vbr]

i have joined NABD National Association for Bikers with a Disability, the boxer is getting picked up next week and undergoing surgery i am hoping she will be ok, i did explain what would be happening and not to worry as it will mean we will be back out on the road again

gosh i am all excited and hipper ........ can you tell, hum? hum? eh, eh!
rides on the back will be on a fist come first served basis.

 

[Speicher]

gosh i am all excited and hipper ........ can you tell, hum? hum? eh, eh!
rides on the back will be on a fist come first served basis.

< This is a boxer and a first fist.

 

[byegad]

i have joined NABD National Association for Bikers with a Disability, the boxer is getting picked up next week and undergoing surgery i am hoping she will be ok, i did explain what would be happening and not to worry as it will mean we will be back out on the road again

gosh i am all excited and hipper ........ can you tell, hum? hum? eh, eh!
rides on the back will be on a fist come first served basis.

Having witnessed some of your 3 wheel adventures. Put me down for any time after 2100. The year that is!

 

[markg0vbr]

Having witnessed some of your 3 wheel adventures. Put me down for any time after 2100. The year that is!

i will have you know i have been practising wheelies in the wheelchair, two wheeled cornering on the catrike but not been doing any thing on the bmw as with every wheeled contraption i ride the up most care and consideration will be used.
plus there is no facility for sick bags on the boxer

 

[byegad]

So the slow roll into the hedge was care and consideration?? You didn't even wait until I had my camera out.

 

[markg0vbr]

yes

So the slow roll into the hedge was care and consideration?? You didn't even wait until I had my camera out.

i was very careful that you did not have the camera out

i have been reminiscing today.
my grand dad had a outfit, one with a massive side car*.
it could fit my mum, gran, my sister and me with the dog at the back.

even on a blistering hot day it was like being at the north pole, new and improved drafts would hit you from all sides even though it was fully enclosed.
the performance was astonishing 0 - er 47ish mph wind assisted about 5 mins if granddad went in to his famous aerodynamic hunch.
complete with helmet with leather flaps and fighter pilot goggles, his gauntlets came all the way up to his elbows he could keep a packed lunch shoved down the inside of them; there is a picture some were of me wearing them like waders

when not transporting half the village about like a impromptu taxi** he used to do the rounds picking up baskets of racing pigeons in it to take to the club ready to be sent of for a race.

so i have some affection for out fits, when i see one out and about i can smell wet dog pigeon and carbolic and have a big idiotic grin.

you know when i have been back to the village people all say i am very much like my grand dad he also sported a very stylish full waxed moustach; he was a tad extrinsic though.

* its post code was s62 5px we did not have google earth in them days so i dont know if it could be seen from space but i would not have been surprised
**i dont think people wanted to go in it but he would never take no for a answer and would go miles out of his way to drop his victims off.

 

[byegad]

I had a Motorpike and Sidecarp. An MZ 250 and ultra light single seat side car. 'Twas an edification to ride. Every control input has an adverse effect on your course or stability. So you open the throttle and turn left into the hedge, unless you steer right as well. Once you get the hang of all this double input riding it can be fun, but you really have to take things steady.

My dear old Dad had a Panther and double adult side car. The Panther was a single cylinder 600cc bike designed specifically for a chair, and an utter swine to start with a propensity to launch the startee over the handle bars with a judiciously applied back fire. I remember riding in the chair with Mam as a toddler while she taught me many new and interesting words as she tried to communicate, over the noise of the wind and an evil sounding 600cc single, to Dad that he had missed a turn off. Their marriage was saved when he bought a Bond and they could scream at each other over the howl of a small Villiers two stroke revving its guts out as we roared along at 30 or even 35mph!! I learned to count in that Bond. 'Daddy we have 23 cars 2 lorries and 3 buses queued behind is on this 1 in 25 hill.' Climbing some of the big hills in the North Yorks Moors was amazing, the whole thing shook and we could admire the grass growing in the fields and the seasons passing before we got to the top.

 

[markg0vbr]

I had a Motorpike and Sidecarp. An MZ 250 and ultra light single seat side car. 'Twas an edification to ride. Every control input has an adverse effect on your course or stability. So you open the throttle and turn left into the hedge, unless you steer right as well. Once you get the hang of all this double input riding it can be fun, but you really have to take things steady.

My dear old Dad had a Panther and double adult side car. The Panther was a single cylinder 600cc bike designed specifically for a chair, and an utter swine to start with a propensity to launch the startee over the handle bars with a judiciously applied back fire. I remember riding in the chair with Mam as a toddler while she taught me many new and interesting words as she tried to communicate, over the noise of the wind and an evil sounding 600cc single, to Dad that he had missed a turn off. Their marriage was saved when he bought a Bond and they could scream at each other over the howl of a small Villiers two stroke revving its guts out as we roared along at 30 or even 35mph!! I learned to count in that Bond. 'Daddy we have 23 cars 2 lorries and 3 buses queued behind is on this 1 in 25 hill.' Climbing some of the big hills in the North Yorks Moors was amazing, the whole thing shook and we could admire the grass growing in the fields and the seasons passing before we got to the top.

this may explain why you tend to stop part way up a hill with this strange look on your face, you are reminiscing. the first car any one had in the family was my dads invalid carage

a three wheeler with soft top motorbike controls and a 2 stroke engine, later upgraded to this


as it is a one seater and you did not have to pass a test to drive one you were not aloud to carry passengers, so i would lay on the floor when dad wanted to take me any where i can navigate to any one of the regular destinations we went to by remembering the roofs of places we passed, very hand when riding a very reclined recumbent

the later model was automatic with reverse! the brakes were applied by pressing down on the handle bars, as my dad had muscular dystrophy he would just lean forward and rest his head on a pillow fastend to the sun visor to de-apply the brakes he would sort of push him self back with his head. all well and good as long as you are on the flat the place he went to get some supplys for his prize wining chrysanthemums and dalliers. was inaccessible without me laying on the floor doing the braking on the tiller going down the hill as for this run he had to wear a chest strap to stop from flopping forward.

i wonder where i get my love of odd three wheeled contraptions?