Retired and Trippin

Chris has a cousin, also considered the sister she never had, who was at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, MN having five weeks of radiation therapy. Her name is Deb. Upon completion of her five weeks she would ring the bell to celebrate the end of the torture. Chris and I decided to travel to Rochester to help her and husband Tim celebrate the momentous occasion. On Wednesday, March 15th, we loaded up the car and drove to Rochester. It was about a six hour drive. The further north we drove the colder it got and the more snow we saw on the ground. After checking into our motel and using the hot tub we went to visit Deb and Tim at the Hope Lodge, their home for most of their stay in Rochester. That evening Tim and I cooked us a spaghetti dinner in the kitchen at the Hope Lodge. It was LARRAPIN good if I say so myself. On Thursday, March 16th, Chris and I met Deb and Tim at the Mayo Clinic after Deb had her radiation treatment. We took a tour of a portion of the Mayo Clinic, che

On January 11th, 2017, I departed on a ride to Kelli's Korner (Paradise, MO - near Smithville, MO) for lunch with four friends (Carl, Gary, Bill and Larry). It was a beautiful day, which was all the excuse we needed for a ride. I was leading the group and we were taking a long way there. Riding north on county road N, about 6 miles north of Hwy 152 and I-435, the road turned and I didn't. I exited the road into a field. Fortunately there were no fences, trees, rocks, oncoming cars, etc. I have no explanation for this except that I was out of it for awhile. I remember crossing the center line but I was looking down at that time, which is weird. I have no memory of seeing anything after that until I was laying in the field separated from my motorcycle. I do remember a sensation of tumbling but that is all. My first thought was to drive my motorcycle out of the field and get it cleaned up so Chris would not know what I did. What a ridiculous idea that was. After I'd been up