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Yeah, you read that right: I had a motherf---ing heart attack.*
Guess what: I have NO riding restrictions. You read that right, brethren, the best cardiologist in the valley said today that I have NO f---ing restrictions on riding. I may be on seven new meds and I'll punch your lights out if you hand me a salt shaker, but I HAVE NO RIDING RESTRICTIONS.
So, who's gonna help me celebrate this Saturday? I have no idea where I'm going to go. I have no idea when I might actually hit the road. The f-ing point (if you haven't already guessed it) is that I'm going to be out RIDING, and you should, too, because YOU CAN.
I'm in North Andover, and will probably be heading north or northeast. Who's in? Who's got a clue about where to go? Post up!!!
* It was an ST-elevated miocardial infarction, or STEMI. The worst of the worst. A 100% occlusion of the left anterior descending artery. That's the one that feeds almost the entire left ventricle, which if you don't already know (I didn't) is the biggest, hardest-working part of the heart. Yes, it was the worst pain I've ever felt in my life, and yes, I have tears in my eyes as I'm typing this, but I'm alive, dammit, so f*** it. I'm in damn good health otherwise, which is a big part of why two weeks later I CAN GO RIDING!! By the way, go hug your kids / spouse / parents / goldfish now. Right now. Call your mom, too, it's been too long since you talked to her.