Old Kadizzle took a very nice motorcycle ride yesterday until it all went wrong. The day was perfect and the scenery could not be beat. Coming down off a terrible road Kadizzle saw a van parked in the middle of the road in a bad spot. Sure enough it was Mrs. Bumore's van broken down and abandoned, left right in the road. Bumore was nowhere to be seen.
Farther down the road Kadizzle came across an older fellow hiking. He was lost from the Arizona Trail. Kadizzle loaded up the man with his huge sack and took him on the cycle to get him back on the trail.
Now for the grand finale. Kadizzle watched some four wheelers crossing the river. It involved a lot of trepidation. After watching the four wheelers Kadizzle took off for home. In a fit of stupidity Kadizzle decided to outrun the four wheel guys. This did not end well. Kadizzle came to a very rutted area where a giant mud puddle had dried up. When he hit the ruts at an excess if speed the cycle crashed and slammed his shoulder into the dirt. Kadizzle thought he had broken something in his shoulder. Fortunately the four wheelers stopped and picked up Kadizzle and the Motorcycle. The cycle was unhurt, but Kadizzle's shoulder was blasted. Back on the cycle Kadizzle decided to go to the emergency room and get checked. On the way back Kadizzle found a Sheriff's deputy checking Mrs Bumores broken down rat trap vehicle. Although the deputy was reluctant Kadizzle got him to check the damaged shoulder. He saw no major problem.
At the emergency room a nice woman doctor, who had been an investment banker told Kadizzle nothing was broken, but ibuprofen in massive doses was in order.
The shoulder is sore and shot up. The reality of being an old man has set in.
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