Well here goes with a little intro as to why.
My name is Rob Day I’m a 77 yrs old motorcyclist that hasn’t been without a motorbike since I was 13 yrs old. I was a builder prior to retirement and having worn out a few of my skeletal bendy bits I have now thanks to the great NHS in the UK a new left shoulder joint to replace the old arthritic one.
Im now laid up for maybe 6 months or more to recover from what is known as Reverse Arthoplasti shoulder replacement, more of that in a bit.
My 2 lovely sons now in their 50s and very computer literate told me who is generally a complete technophobe that while I’m laid up I should write a blog about my experiences of motorcycling and any other old stuff that comes to mind. So here I am with my 1st ever blog. I will make no excuses or apologies for my poor diction or writing skills. What you see or read is what you get.
Back to the shoulder stuff, basically because I am no medic and of the school of too much knowledge of medical stuff is is best left to those that know. However when a surgeon wants to start lopping bits of your joints away to glue in some Titanium and plastic bits as replacements I started to have a serious interest in exactly what that entailed especially the long term consequences. So what the reversed Arthoplasti job means in very simple terms is that the replacement ball of my of upper arm bone, (the Humerus), is now attached to my shoulder and the replacement socket of the shoulder joint, (Gleniod cavity) is attached to my Humerus (Upper Arm Bone). The reasons for reversal was because a I had damaged tendons that couldn’t properly hold the replacement together but the reversal is much more stable being held together with muscle and this gives me the longest pain free outcome after a discussion with my specialist orthopaedic surgeon. My ultimate aim from the outcome is to be able to carry on my absolute passion for riding motorcycles pain free. I have for the last 2 and a bit years been riding with progressive levels of pain to the point that at one stage I was contemplating stopping riding which made me a grumpy old fella for a while.
I have fortunately got some great motorcycling pals and a lifelong expert pillion that I have been married to for 57 yrs that encouraged me to carry on as best I could, which I had done right upto just 3 days before my op, I sneaked in just one last 75ml ride on my old 1978 R80/7 BMW “Harry” the one and only vehicle that i have ever owned that I have given a name to. The first part of its Reg No is ARY it just seemed right to add in a small H and an extra R making HARRY. Yup I know sentimental old Bloke.
I bought this bike 10 years ago as it is the exact same model and colour of the first BMW that I owned back in 1980. Its still a nice old lump to ride, soft, squidgy (The Germans call the old airheads as they are known GUMMI KOO translated as Rubber Cow) and it can still easily keep up with modern traffic conditions and it has none or very little aids to safety that modern motorcycles have by default. Just disc brakes up front and a stop light at the rear so it takes me back to the very basics of motorcycling that I grew up with. In fact its much more refined than most of the British bikes that I grew up with.
That old R80/7 back in 1980 was a revelation for me, it was the first non British motorcycle that i had ever ridden apart from a little 75cc Italian Bianchi that had cable operated gear changing like a Vespa. So the beemer had gear change on the left as all continental bikes had, brakes that worked and electrics that were 12 volt and worked all the time, not like the english 6Volt Lucas Electrics. Its well known that Joseph Lucas was known as the Prince of Darkness.
Well I think that will do for a first ever blog. It won’t always be about motorcycles but a lot of it will inevitably be as during those 64yrs of sheer joy, pain, friendship and wonderful memories of riding socially, semi professionally, sometimes like an idiot, sometimes off road, a tiny bit of track day stuff and mostly touring at home and in Europe and New Zealand. I guess I’ll get round to more it as memories come back to this 16 year old head on a much older chassis. Hope you like it.
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