Doctor DRZ
Mood:  a-ok

Brando brought up in the expell thread that I must blame society for the faults of one of my offspring.

 

On the contrary.

I worry most about the boy because he is MY boy. I know how I think....and still remember my thought process when I was 15.

 

At 41.....I know better now....right?

 

Of course I do.

 

Our story begins:

 

Skidders has been busily working on the green sidecar today.

Monday evening, while smoking in the garage and just shit talking in general....we discussed cutting my cast off. I still have a month to go....but 8 weeks+ heal time is pretty good. I've been a good girl....only been out riding once in that 8 weeks.

 

Skidders has a real bad pinched nerve in his shoulder. We decided not to cut off my cast on Monday night....because neither one of us could have supressed the urge to go race a GP today.

We both have a little problem with that immediate gratification thing the shrinks are always talking about....but the first step in recovery is knowing you have a problem....right?

 

So, it's a sunny beautiful day. A rarity this winter.

Skidders is working on the sidecar today....and ya know what *that* means?

Means tomorrow is....Go fer a ride! Go fer a ride! Go fer a ride! Day!!!!!!!

 

Yes, Skidders working on the sidecar brings forth a reaction in me much like a puppy when master grabs for the leash, headed for the door. I don't piss myself or anything...but ya get the idea.

 

I need at least a day, cast free before I ride. Not gonna tell you how I know that for a fact.

 

This started as part of my next Traveling DRZ cronicles.

 

How do you take a cast off? Skidders really wanted to try out his new grinder....but I thought that was kinda over-kill....and perhaps might injure me in the process.

So we broke out my Christmas present.....Drummel to the rescue!

(I know how to spell it...but it's a fucking drUmmel, dammit!)

 

 

My arm is laying on a very greasy diaper, on the rear fender of the green sidecar, just outside the garage.

The metal thing poking out of the cast is a tire iron, a safety precaution. Safety first, ya know!

 

 

Buzzing along pretty good. Not main arteries cut or anything. Almost done with the first pass.

 

 

SNAP! Houston....we have a problem!

 

Snapped the screw that holds the cutting wheel on.

Ooppss!

 

What to do....what to do....

 

Calling Dr. DRZ to the rescue!!!!!!!!

{fake mouth trumpet sounds}

Do-do-dooooooo

 

 

After a brief conference.....a plan was made.

 

 

 

Under the watchful eye of Dr. DRZ.....tin snips we used in a delicate operation to finish the cast removal operation.

 

YEAH!!!!!!!!!

 

 

The operation is a

 

 

SUCKCESS!!!!!!!!!

 

Thanks Dr. DRZ!!!!!

We couldn't have done it without you!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

 

 

 

On a side note....Wolfie....your KDX will ride again!

 

Team Leprechuan has a gas tank that FITS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

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