whoopee doopie: I just woke up. Four full friggin hours of sleep is all I ever can have at one time,
sleeping pills or not (had none). SLE sux! And so, time to wake up and try the fender for fit.
And yes, I will mention SLE at every opportunity =because= men have been told that it's a "woman's disease" by arsehole MDs
for a century now. IT IS NOT A DISEASE. IT IS A SYNDROME: a "wolf" (it bites, runs, hides). And it gets men, too,
from crazy MJ to Trick Daddy, to Charles Kuralt, to Ray Walson. And I have had "it" (the over-zealous immune system), probably,
for most all my life, and =did not know= because it is mild in young men, but forever grows more nasty as we age. FATIGUE for no reason?
But you are not depressed? SUSPECT THE WOLF. Fevers for no reason? SUSPECT. Deformed small joints, but no "frozen" knuckles? WOLF!
And so it goes. Doctors are idiots, many of them. The prison doctors would not even give me anti-SLE medication of any sort, nada but a tylenol
for the tooth that the Kop X split in half, and a ruinously-ineffective "beta blocker" antihypertensive, that, itself, eventually put me in the hospital,
in manacles, for three full lost days (needed a different class of antihypertension med, an ACE-inhibitor type. SLE can be a cause of high blood pressure.
DIAZEPAM was, for about six months, my perfect, self-found "fix" for this shizzit-syndrome. MEN, do not think that it won't happen to you; it's not "disease",
but almost, just the opposite: the body attacks itself, eventually killing vital organs and blood vessels, including damaging the brain. End primer. I will always
write of SLE in public, where-ever I can. JUST YOU GO to any "lupus help" site and hear the women, mostly, moan of the medical-treatment hells they are living through,
somehow, at least for a while, until Ms. MD put 'em on Happy Pills like artificial morphines, such as Vicodin, to shut the up and make them drug addicts for..whatever is left of their lives. MEN get it too. It's not a shame. It's something to DEAL WITH and beat, best you can. Beat "the wolf" even as it "bites". end lecture. Start content: a
It is eight AM or so as I write. The fender has been in that wooden clamp for since I fell asleep four hours ago (not eight).
It is OK now (was ten minutes post-posting) to mount it onto the LIME's front wheel. I will do that soon and have some pictures again to share.
To do anything is to gain on...something...
....Babbo, futzing with a broken transmission, 198O, my warehouse-opposite neighbor, he called me "Arrow" because I
looked so pressed-shirt straight, they/he had me pegged as an undercover cop.
"How goes it, Babbo?", (he looks and talks just like "Hoss") ; miserable-wet morn, open garage door bay for light,
in alley-way opposition to my Dan Tanna set-up place:
"I'm gainin' on it, Arrow, I'm gainin' on it....You know...if someday, if I could just clear $100 per day...then my life'd be perfect."
He never did clear $100 per day, not so far as I know. He went to prison, instead, for running wet bales.
I know, because he cut me in on one job, only. And next day, paid me eleven grand in dry, crisp, "C" notes, brown, thickened, eleven by fourteen envelope.
Never again, those old Hialeah, condo-warehouse days. I don't know if he yet lives.
I miss the old shows :| CARTWRIGHT...BONAZA...HOSS...Babbo?
This is General and it should never be "pruned".
People come here with ebike questions, to ES.
We also need to talk about social issues and also
how to fit a g-d plastic fender, but good...to keep the filth off our backs!
Smoke a fag, said in the proper English way. Eat a p-nut butter on brown. No bread here, not really.
Look at the LIME, missing a rear wheel. Another day. :|
I am going to call the Coral Gables cops and land into them something pretty damned hard and FAST---
---at about 20 per, I reckon, and break some figurative bones there on Salzedo street in "beautiful Coral Gables.
PICHURS TO CUM DON'T HOLD YOUR BREATHS OR YOU MIGHT TURN BLACK AND DUCKIN" BLUE