GRADUALLY WORKING MY WAY THROUGH PTS

There are two things that have brought me to experience my Post Traumatic Stress.

The first was in late May when I had my bike ‘crash’ and did an endo over my handlebars. I was not critically injured as I say I ‘fell’ over the bars, did not “fly’ over them. I was basically at a near stop and as I prepared to start up again, I neglected to let go of the brakes, and my bike bucked up to toss me over the front. I and my bike were ok, my injuries were mild enough with cracked ribs and some bruised knee & thigh. But the trauma came from knowing how much worse the outcome could have been!! You can imagine.

A mere three weeks later, our friend Maridee was killed by box truck! I posted about that earlier.

These two experiences have spooked me about riding my bike. I have lost trust in myself, and the trust I have never had about auto traffic has been heightened.

Susan has been my cheerleader to continue riding and encourages me to ride shorter and easier staying near home. I have been doing that.

Susan rode wth me to pick up a ‘spicy chicken bowl’ to take home for lunch/dinner.

The light fixture near the doorway has been decorated by somebody.

On another day I stopped at a house nearby for the gargoyle.

Wandering around by Lake Serene near us, I took a picture of the rearing horse.

I ventured out a bit farther and attended a small birthday celebration for my friend Gorm who was a coworker back in those days.

I was beginning to gain back a bit of confidence but still not feeling totally confident on any roads. My three loyal friends (Jo, Kim & Meri) joined me on a trail ride we have done many times.

We rode our bikes along the southern part of the Centennial Trail to have our picnic lunch at Lake Cassidy. I have taken many photos of that, so skipped it this time. Along the way to the lake there were a few things and country scenes of interest.