Ray Fell of His Roof and Needs Some Cigars
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As most of you know, Ray (Glock) fell off a roof and messed up his leg pretty bad, not to mention he hurt his pride and now his wife will never let him work one the roof again. We're looking to strike on Monday. If you can help out and spare some cigars, please post your DC# here. Thanks and I wuff you all.
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And, Ray, stay off the roof, cause you obviously don't belong there.
I have it if anyone needs it. Just shoot me a PM
It is a RP 1990 Vintage Petite Corona 2nd. It is my go to smoke with morning coffee. The first 1/2in is not great, but progresses into a nice smoke.
More icing on the way today.
We bought a 2003 BMW R1200CLC motorcycle for our anniversarey. Hence named her "Annie". First serious trip was down the Blue Ridge Parkway in October 2003. Stopped overnight at a Motel Patel in Waynesboro. Motored on down the frosty Parkway happy as clams. Down in southern VA, we spotted a sign saying "Sweet Annie's Gulch". Had to stop and take a pick of Annie in her gulch. Pulled to a top on the grassy shoulder. Grass turned out to be slippery as deerguts on a doorknob. Soon as the RedHead began to dismount, why, Annie started to slide sideways. Toward the gulch. I stuck my boot down in the grass to try and stop her. First bike I ever owned with floorboards. Floorboard caught my ankle. I heard a SNAP! Busted.
A couple Samaritans stopped and lifted Annie upright. I hopped over and threw my leg over. No choice but to ride her out. Down the BRP we puttered. Leg began to swell until it was so tight in my boot that I lost feeling. Kept blowing off the floorboard and I would have to lift my leg by the pant and set it back aboard. By and by, maybe 40 miles along, we saw a blue sign with a white H. Pulled off to find that hospital. First time I had to put my foot down it was like standing on jello. I had nuthin. Over we went again.
Another good Samaritan stopped. Emerald was the cleaning lady at Galax Hospital (a wee clinic the size of this office). Two tykes in her car. Took us to the hospital and dropped us off. The hospital orderly told me that the bone setter could cross the mountain pass next Tuesday if they called for him; or else they could put me in an air cast and we could go see a doctor at home. I voted for home. By the time we were done there, Emerald had rented a motel room, leased a truck, arranged a crew to load the bike on the truck next day, arranged for a farmer to hide the bike in his barn overnight, scored us dinner, and was waiting at the front door of the hospital -- here's the key -- with both tykes still in the car learning a valuable lesson from their mother.
You can bet those tykes got presents from us every Christmas for years.
So what's your leg breakin story?
I have and have some advice for the younger guys- listen to your doctor.
My break happened from two steps up on a stepladder putting in a widow. Got the window in, stepped backwards assuming I was on the first step - nope. Fell backwards and broke ankle in two places. Worst part was, my neighbor was having a reunion, so this was witnessed by about 50 people.
I popped up as if nothing happened, and went inside my house, where I promptly collapsed onto the floor, unable to get up.
I got the the hospital, then the orthopedist to get it put back together, but was so pissed at myself, I hated looking at the cast and crutches. What did I do? cut the cast off myself two days later. I cant describe the look on my wife's face when she walked in on that show. I was in the tub, soaking the fiberglass cast to soften it enough to get my tin snips through it. Pretty sure that is when she knew she married an idiot.
Fast forward 15 years later, I have 2 kids who play hockey, and I cant get a skate on to play with them, I can barely ski, and it hurts to stand for any length of time.
Guess how much sympathy my wife has for me when I get out of bed every morning walking like Ozzy Osbourne?