Trike Travel

Adventures of Tex

Because of my broken down pickup; being with out transportation is a problem I have partly solved by the purchase of an adult tricycle. I ride my trike around town to HEB, the post office, banks and occasionally as far as the Walmart store, but that’s a real tough trip, a couple of miles, and seems to be all up hill, coming and going.

The worst thing about the trike is it’s pretty darn dangerous; it will turn over in a heart beat and has, repeatedly, sending me to the ER three times. The last time was the worst, woke up in the back of the ambulance screaming, ‘What the hell happened?”

“You fell off your trike and hit your head on the curb,” answered the EMS guy, “and looks like a pretty severe concussion. They kept me in the hospital for a week.

I told my son about the concussion; he said, and I agreed, “Aw, Dad, I wouldn’t worry about the concussion, football players get them all the time. They stand ‘em up, dust ‘em off, walk ‘em around a bit, sit out a couple of plays, send ‘em right back into the game.”

Which is quite true. The difference is; footballers are protected by helmets and padding. My only protection was one bushy eyebrow. So, right after the last one, I finally bought one of those silly looking bicycle helmets.

After the second wreck on the trike, I started having double vision; can’t look at the ground and see anything and that’s not good for a plumber.

What am I gonna do about all these problems?

Soon as It cools down just a bit; I’m gonna go to Arizona and get them all fixed. First, the cough.

I was out there four year ago and after about a week of breathing good clean air my cough completely disappeared. Then, we can do the hernia operation. All the while working on my mental situation.

Well, friends, that’s about all the damage I can do, this time.

One of two things will happen: I’ll get well or die.

Either way, it’s gonna be a Heck of an Adventure; and I hope you stay with me, until the end.

As always, Love from La Grange, Tex