The Coronavirus Chronicles -Three Strikes You're Out

[Gone in 60]

I'm an experienced rider with lots of training riding on very familiar roads as well, but, when a lady made a snap decision to turn left in front of me a few blocks in front of the office I've been going to on the same street for many years, with hardly any other cars around, most of that didn't matter. I'll credit my experience and training to maintaining as much control of my machine as possible to minimize impact.

Maybe that made me lucky that I'm not in a hospital. Considering the world situation, I guess it's a minor annoyance that the shop repairing my bike can't give me an answer about when I'll get it back, because he doesn't know when the parts he's ordered might get delivered.

Yes, I had made a decision once the virus hit that I'd put the CB on a tender once the virus hit. My wife is home-bound and immune compromised right now, I have employees looking to me for strength. I need to do all I can to keep myself undamaged and healthy. On Sunday morning, the temptation was too great, and I went for an awesome ride before the clouds turned dark. I wasn't worried about the virus or getting in an accident. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I watched other people out enjoying themselves, jogging, riding, etc. Ok, yes, I need to ride.

But, I'm going to make that ride my last pleasure ride until we get back to normal. For safety, yes. But also money. I doubt I'll keep getting paid while I'm sitting here at home, my second job at the museum just announced an extension to their closure through April, and any non-essential spending in my household is now shut off. If I do ride, it's going to be to get essential groceries that can fit in my trunk. I'll at least get some enjoyment from that. There's no more risk from the virus with my head in a helmet than behind a windshield. My CB really needs new tires. But the ones I have will get me to the store and back a few times.

Edit: If you are going to ride, carry some disinfecting wipes - gotta think that gas pumps are nasty breeding grounds for all kinds of nasty things.