Yesterday Diane and I went in to the Foothills Hospital for our last follow up appointment with our orthopedic surgeon. He was satisfied with our progress, though Diane needs to continue working on her leg extension. She can now walk almost without a limp if she concentrates, so we are hopeful that she will recover full function.
The surgeon gave us (me really) a stern lecture about the evils of motorcycling, the cost to the public purse of treating riding injuries and how it should be banned. We gray hairs were the worst, because though our faltering abilities made us unfit to ride we tended not to kill ourselves. At least the squids had the consideration to come off at 200 km/h so the taxpayer only had to pay for crash site cleanup.
I could understand where the doctor was coming from. He has to deal with the consequences of motorcycle accidents day in and day out, and, poor fellow, he has never experienced what it is like to ride. To him riding only has a downside; the upside to him is incomprehensible.
After that we went down to Rocky Mountain Honda where I signed the papers for a 2008 Varadero. I had promised Diane not to ride until spring, but this was too hot a deal to pass up. It is a dealer demo with 2200 km on the clock; its price of MSRP less $2,000 included heated grips, Garmin, panniers, centre stand, crash bars, quartet wiring harness (for heated clothing) and first service.
True to my promise, I contented myself with firing it up and listening to it run. Then I sorrowfully committed it into storage until March.
Here are some pics: