I’m cheating a little here. The following text was intially posted by Justin, via email, and I copied it to a thread on my WildTexas.com Cycling & Mountain Biking Forum until I have a chance to draft an actual trip report with photos and more details.
It’s been 3+ days and due to various and sundry things, I haven’t written the trip report yet, so here’s a synopsis redux 
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@#(!&%^%$#~*!
I got my first-ever speeding ticket this afternoon, right in front of a Police substation that happens to have a very small, posted 30 mph zone running for 1/4 mile in front of it {that no one, not even the cops, honor, I might add!} I saw the PD car sitting in the exit at the substation and made sure I was going 40 mph, which is what the limit turns to within 1/4 mile, but even when I saw him come up on me with his lights, I just slowed down and pulled off the roadway, thinking he’d just received a call. Nope, he’s on me. $hiT
Visited my OS today for the overdue checkup. He looks like he’s put on some weight since I last saw him on April 1st, but I didn’t mention it. (That’d be kind of evil, and since he’s the man with the power to tweak and torque my knee, as well as tell me what I can and cannot do on it, I try to remain on his good side!)
I’ve done three rides on my new mountain bike, not including the test ride at the bike store on Sunday. My seat (rump) is still adjusting to the bike’s seat, and I’m a little sore after the 5+ mile ride Justin and I did Monday evening, after I’d already done a solo ride that morning. It’s all good, though! After Justin got the hang of changing gears, something that’s come back to me quickly since I used to live on a 14+ speed road touring bike as a teenager, we both hauled around Bullis County Park having a grand old time. We even did some off-pavement riding, including powering up a little “grassy knoll” at the park and riding around in gravel and part of a stream bed. Fun stuff! Of course, my upper back, arms, and yes knees (both of them, not just my Expensive Knee) are hollering a bit, but it’s that healthy kind of post-exercise pain where you’re apt to say to someone, “Hell, yeah, I’m sore, but do you want to go again tomorrow?!” Since I see my OS on Wednesday afternoon for my overdue post-op checkup, I did play it safe and opt not to ride today, however. I didn’t want to come in limping or swollen and have him think that’s my norm since the last time he saw me, on April 1st; I’m now 4 months and 18 days post-op. The fact that my right knee is also sore indicates that my seat height probably needs to be adjusted again. I have a feeling it got tweaked while transitioning the bike in/out of my car, or else it just was a little low despite the fitting at the bike shop.
Justin and I bought bicycles today and all the required accoutrements (helmets, gloves, insulated water bottles). I’ve been dying to get a bicycle ever since I was released to my own devices after 8 to 10 weeks of thrice-weekly physical therapy. Finally, that wish is now a reality.
An excerpt of an email Justin sent out to some friends of ours…
Here’s what we ended up with:
Gary Fisher Tassajara’s
Yikes…
I’m still behind on my blogging and surfing activities, due to a resumption of intense coding and research activities as I work on two of our commercial websites. This type of work results in long nights (went to bed at 4:30 AM on Tuesday, with the concomitant skewing of my daytime work hours the rest of the day) and the multi-hour downtime my body forces upon me after 10+ straight hours glued to my PC. I’m back to sporting an unfashionable black wrist wrap to let my right wrist’s tenosynovitis ease up slightly, though the only cure is taking short, frequent and regular breaks… which of course, I’m notoriously bad at doing. 
