Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Keep Totin'


That's what my friend, Montana Bob, would say when you whined or complained about anything. "Shut up and keep totin'." Pick yourself up and shuffle along.

Our friend the Wrecking Ball took a slam and cracked his collarbone like a number 2 pencil over the weekend. The X-ray looks like somebody smashed a sleeve of crackers in his shoulder cavity. What can you say to a man named Wrecking Ball that he doesn't already know? Nothing. He knows the only way out of this is through. Keep totin' Wrecking Ball.

Our readers up north may not sympathize, but it is too damn hot down here. This state is a steam bath of hay fever and confused Camellias and we are deep in the heart of winter. I don't like it much. Keep totin'.

My friend who suffered the horrific de-gloving of his scrotum on his inaugural mountain bike ride a few months ago returned to the trail on Sunday to lead the Robot Army, minus some 'bots, in a victory lap. We stopped at the site of of the accident and raised a water bottle full of bacteria and soap residue to his resilience, at least that's what mine tasted like. He crashed again, shoulder-checked a tree, and ran off the trail a couple of times, but the boy has the fire for riding. He'll keep totin'.

With San Felasco behind me, I need a new riding goal. I'm looking slant-eyed at the Bicycle House To Hell and Back ride. That's something like 150 mile round trip into Tate's Hell and back. That's a lot of totin'.

Life sets them up, we knock them down.

Keep totin' y'all.

Juancho

9 comments:

nicol said...

Nooo, HWB! What do you go and do that for?

nicol said...

*did

Ms. Moon said...

Yeah. You guys are nuts. But I love you.
Hey- my email: mmerluna at aol

Magnum said...

For every scrotum that heals, a collarbone must snap; turn turn turn, there is a season...

WheelDancer said...

If ever there was a man who knew the keep totin' theme song it's HWB, cryin' shame he's singing it again but seems like he's a good back up band of brothers.

I get the too damn hot deal. I got me a snow bike after last year's deluge and this year we've got no snow and the temps are like October; 50's in January? Yeah, too damn hot.

I'm impressed your scrotum totin' friend came back after that inaugural ride...

The Old Bag said...

Damned glad I don't have a scrotum..."degloved"??? Makes a gal cross her legs!

RickySilk said...

Have you told us the story of the de-gloving? I haven't seen it. My imagination is having trouble putting the story together.

Juancho said...

Oh Mr. Silk, I have mentioned it in subdued tones, but not described the whole graphic event. The De-gloved gentleman was working on his own first-person account. I will find your email and provide the sordid details.

Human Wrecking Ball said...

Thanks for the shout out. I'll take a broke bone over hurting my boys anytime. See ya in a few weeks.