I rode a bicycle yesterday. After a serious "give it to me straight " talk with my neck saw bones. After being released by my physical therapist, after living in a cold dark place, I have a new plan. I am going to ride until it hurts too much. Then I am going to rest, and repeat step "A". That's all an Irish American Brother can do. I can't make my neck stop degenerating. I can't turn back the clock to when everything was wonderful, and my neck is as good now as it will ever be. So I will endeavor to persevere. Would I love to be the cyclist I was in April? Yes, but if big dreams were limousines ...we'd all have a ride. Ain't no use cryin' over what is and what may never be.....so for now I will ride (and promise not to talk like a blues guitarist ever again).