When it hurts to hold on, then it's time to let go. Unless you are talking about something you love. Something in your blood. Forever two wheelin'.
I recently had a few minor health issues affecting my ability to ride. Issues minor enough that we need not focus on them. My point is, it litteraly debilitated my riding as I knew it. I could not pull my clutch lever. Clutch'n ain't easy....now you know.
Thanks to the thoughtful actions of some great buds, I can ride.
Aaron at Blue Collar Bike Werks, Chris at Basket Case Garage and last but certainly not least..... Kris at The New Braunfels Yacht Club recognized an opportunity to help a brother out. These guys are not big on attention or recognition, but they need to know that this is one of the coolest acts of random fuckin kindness that I've ever been on the receiving end of.
With the help of my wife and kids....and some friendly neighborhood watch, my bike was secretly removed from mi casa, and taken to the cool side of town for a few minor changes and upgrades. Operation Underground Hustle resulted in a new EZ pull clutch lever and other adjustments. This was all done while I was on a long weekend at the coast with my familia. As I returned, my bike was just the way I left it, or so I thought.
Man, the last thing I expected was to be able to ride virtually pain free.
Especially after a long road trip home from the coast. As we got closer to home my wife suggested I go for a ride to relax. I'm thinking she's making some cheap joke because of my driving. But really, it was part of Operation Underground Hustle. Unbeknownst to me... The bike was secretly placed back in my garage waiting for a satciary twist of the throttle. And dam, did it feel good.
Thanks guys. You fuckin rock.
And so what if a few chickens got hurt.
- Rene Sanchez
