Chico is back on a sort of bed rest. Bruised, sore leg. Over use? I think so. He now gets up only for the necessaries. Well, probably not so when I am not home which is a lot again. He uses one crutch when he walks. Around the house, up and down stairs.
The bike awaits patiently in the garage. It'll be there. He'll get to it. We encourage ourselves.
My knees and legs strangely complain in solidarity. A joke. For truly, I still bike, walk and strut...only limping on the rare occassion!