Crash Number Three

The reality of being an old man has set in. Yesterday was crash number three on the ebike. Winky told Kadizzle to stop in an unopertune place. This crash is hard to explain. Stopping the bike at a right angle on a steep pavement was the problem. Kadizzle put his downhill leg down and suddenly realized it would not reach the street because of the steep grade. The high bike seat acted like a catapult and threw Kadizzle down the grade, and onto the pavement. The bike seat had the effect of a good kick to the back of the right leg. The body now has scrapes, a bad shoulder, and a bum right leg. After the bike tossed Kadizzle into the street just laying on his back motionless felt good. Winky kept asking if the big K was alright. Just motionless silence seemed appropriate. The bottom line is no real injuries, but enough soreness for two or three people. 

The brain thinks it is much younger than the body really is. Dexterity, balance, and other attributes of youngness are gone. However, the realization has not reached the mind. Gravity, momentum, and speed don't mix. Add in stupidity and you have big problem. The mild pain is a reminder of age. Hopefully Kadizzle can get smarter and realize his limitations. 

Now, for a side note. For some strange reason Winky decided to go on the daily golf ball hunt yesterday. At the end of the ride there she was, Miss Bumore. Winky had not met Bumore. Kadizzle was so pleased to see Bumore beside the road by the golf course selling golf balls. Motivating Bumore has been a tedious process. Bumore told Kadizzle a strange story. Bumore said some degenerate drove back and forth near her forest nest and then fired a 50 calibr gun at her tent. Who know how much reality is in this tale. 

After seeing Bumore, Winky concluded Bumore was in the sex trade because of the way she was dress. This conclusion did not fit Kadizzle's perception. Bumore had the sense to dress nicely for the golf ball sales, but Kadizzle does not think she is doing anything but selling golf balls. If she is in the sex trade, she is  poor business woman. Living in a tent in the forest says a lot about her business acuim. 

Kadizzle has cooked up a plan to bring more prosperity to Bumore. At the farmers market she can sell golf balls. Now if you are a golfer and live in Payson please buy some golf balls from Bumore.