You don’t know what you’ve got till its gone 

Take a look around. Look at what you have at home, the car you drive, the friends you have, and the freedom that surrounds you. And now, for a few moments, close your eyes and imagine that it’s all taken away, or even just some of. How would you feel? Disappointed, heartbroken, or lost?

This is something that happened to me over the past few months. I haven’t lost anything from my home, nor has my car been towed away, never to be seen again. But my bike is no longer rideable.
I still have my friends and family, and they are a huge part of my life, in so many ways. But what has been taken away from me, is my freedom.

The freedom to get on my road bike and ride to either a preselected destination, or to hit the road and follow a path less traveled. I miss the wind in my face, the speed beneath my wheels, and I miss the comradery with the cyclists who I shared the roads with.

I also miss the simple thing in life, being able to pick up a cup of coffee with my right hand and not feeling a sharp pain in my shoulder. But I still get my coffee, so there is a positive.

Having to ask family to drive me to any place I need to go, or when they are not around, I need to catch a taxi. And I have already had my rant about my love for taxi drivers.

We take so many things for granted, and we only realise how much they really mean to us once they are gone. Hang on tight to what’s close to your heart, because it can be gone forever in the blink of an eye, and there is no way to get it back.

Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got til its gone

Joni Mitchell – Big Yellow Taxi

Fast and Furious – Taxi Style

On a recent trip to see a surgeon for my shoulder, I ordered a taxi to get me to his office as I was still unable to drive. On other visits to his office, the 30 minute cab trip had been rather uneventful. But this was not the case this time.

The driver who picked me up must have obtained his driver’s license from the Fast and Furious school of driving. He drove like a maniac, weaving in and out of traffic. One hand in the wheel and the other casually draped out of his window.

I mentioned we had ample time to get to my appointment, but it made no difference at all. He smiled and continued to drive like Michael Schumacher, only with less control.

Things got worse once we flew onto the freeway. He looked at the traffic in front of us and decided it would be quicker if we drove in the emergency lane. And he then put the pedal to the metal and cruised past 100 kms in the blink of an eye.

It didn’t take long at all once we were off the freeway and back onto the main road, and the doctor’s office was just around the corner.

After paying the fare, I stepped out of the cab as quickly as possible and prayed I never had to step foot in his cab ever again.

Honestly, I don’t need anyone’s help running into cars and injuring myself, and I have proven that on a number of occasions now 

Insight to my mind 

Sitting and waiting in the doctor’s office gave me time to think of the past few months and what they meant to me and how I’ve changed due to my cycling accident.

Physically I haven’t changed all that much. I’m a little less flexible right now, but physio and rehab will get me back to a point where I was before I was hit by a car. 

Mentally is a different story altogether I think. I have my good days, as well as some bad days. Small things set me off and I know I tend to get upset and angrier at things that would have never bothered me earlier in the year.

It was when I was lighting the fire, something I can do with my eyes closed and one hand tied behind my back. But this time was different.

The paper lit easily enough, as did the cardboard. And then that was it. The kindling refused to light and I lost the plot. Not just a few choice words, but a full dummy spit.

I sometimes need to admit to myself what happened has changed me. But I hope that most of the changes are for the best.

All I can do is continue with my rehab and hope that all the pieces fall into place before I really lose the plot.

Time will tell…

When the going gets tough…

It’s all too easy to give up when the going gets tough. But as the saying goes, the tough get going.

This is always easier said than done, but it doesn’t mean its not possible. With some dedication and lots motivation, there are very few situations that can’t be overcome.

As was the point as I walked through the Alfred hospital trauma centre during my last visit. I noticed a young man walking on crutches, the bottom half of his right leg missing. A car or bike accident perhaps? I don’t know as I didn’t stop him to ask.

By the way he moved, it made me feel he had accepted his injury, and it was not going to stop him from getting on with his life.

This is also the case with many athletes who have overcome major injuries and have continued competing. Perhaps not in the same sport they were in originally, but they have moved on and continued with their lives as best as they can.

So what disappoints me is when I hear other people complain and whinge about how they are hurting from an accident, or from other injuries. These are the people who want to be wrapped in cotton wool and have everything done for them. They want the world to feel sorry for them and want nothing but sympathy.

These are the people who need to dig deep and find the motivation to move forward. It won’t be easy, and there will be hard times. But it will be better than sitting on the couch and moping about their situation.

We are all dealt a hand of cards, it’s up to us to decide how we play them.


Every day has been a struggle for the past 3 ½ months. Just getting out of bed Involved help from others and more effort and energy than I had. But I got up and out of bed every single day, no matter how much I wanted to lay there and feel sorry for myself. And there were a few of those days.

But I have to admit it became a little easier with every passing day, but still, there were days when I had to push myself physically and mentally just to start the day.

Even once I was out of bed, I still had to muster up enough motivation to get through the days. Sometimes just a short walk seemed out of my reach, but then I would think of the end goal, and I would get off my backside and do what I needed to do to achieve my goal.

My goal may be a long time coming, but that won’t stop me from getting there. Even though I have to dig deep at times to push past the part of me that won’t budge.

Motivation is something that drives each and every single one of us. It makes us want to better ourselves in so many ways, to forge ahead and continue with what drives us and what we want to do, or become.

Some of us have an abundance of motivation, day in and day out. And they have very few days when they don’t strive to do their very best. But what happens to those people when they succumb to the lack of drive, even for just a single day?

They ride it out, and i know that from personal experience. It may not be easy, but the other option is giving up, and that, is not an option.

It doesn’t mean we won’t fail a few times, but the desire and motivation we have been born with will get us through.

You fall down and you get back up

With everything we do, there will be times when we fail, or fall over. This is something that none of us are immune to, failure.

No matter what it is we do in our lives, and no matter how good we think we are, failure is inevitable.

There is nothing wrong when we fail, it builds character and makes us stronger, but what can be considered as failure, is the strength, or will to get up and keep trying.

There will always be a fear of failing again a second time around, but where there is failure, success is always close by.

And even when when we finally get back up to try again, we may once again fall over. But that’s never a reason to stop trying.

Get up and give it your best shot, and not just one time.

God’s Worst Enemy Or Nothing? Your Choice

If you could be either God’s worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?

This statement can be taken in many ways by so many people. But what the real question is, would you rather be known for notoriety, or just be another faceless and unknown person in the crowd?

To be know for your notoriety can be a simple as the person who takes the last slice of cake from the plate or the guy who grabs the last beer from the fridge and not replacing it with a fresh six pack.

The question also pertains to the person who walks into a crowded mall wearing a suicide vest and detonating it, killing himself and so many other innocent bystanders. The suicide bomber will never know if his deed made him notorious, as he died the instant the bomb exploded.

On the other hand there is the serial killer who taunts and plays with the police, finally being caught and thrown into prison and let to rot.
This is the type of person who can, and will gloat when his face is plastered all over the papers and TV for the heinous crimes he committed.

Then there is the other option of being a faceless person in the huge crowd. Never being noticed by anyone for anything. Is this the better option?

For some people this is the perfect way for them to go through their lives, not making waves and laying low. Doing their own thing and letting life pass them by.

As long as either option doesn’t cause harm, injury or pain to others, it is up to each person to decide in how they choose to live life.

If it means taking the last beer from the fridge and not replacing it, or blending into the world crowd like a chameleon. It’s a personal choice.

What’s your choice?