From last year. Time to get back in the saddle.

My therapist at Peak Rehab gave me the good news Friday. I was cleared to ride my motorcycle again as long as I agreed to ease back into riding.

In other words, don’t jump on the bike and head for Daytona for Bike Week.  I will need to get back up to speed. I have lost 65 pounds since November and while my legs are growing stronger every day the strength is nowhere near where it was six months ago.

My Super Glide is over at New River Valley Harley-Davidson where they had replaced the rear fender under warranty after water got under the clear coat on the paint and the fender started to rust. The Harley factory wouldn’t cover the fender, saying that I should expect such problems on a “high mileage bike that is ridden on country roads with gravel and bad weather” but the service manager at the Harley dealer in Roanoke covered it out of their warranty budget.

So I called and said I would pick up the bike on Saturday morning and ride it home after the monthly meeting of the New River Valley Harley Owners Group. Of course, the rain that wasn’t supposed to arrive until Saturday afternoon moved in overnight on Friday and I decided to delay picking up the bike until this week. Riding on rain-slick roads after four months off the bike did not seem wise.

So Amy will give me a ride over to Christiansburg during the two hour lunch break of the board of supervisors meeting Tuesday and I’ll pick up the bike and ride back to cover the rest of the meeting.

Riding again will — I think — help my recovery. An old adage says that you never see a motorcycle parked outside a psychiatrist’s office. Riding has always been good therapy for me and with gas prices headed into the stratosphere, this will be a good time to return to a two-wheeler that gets 50 miles per gallon.