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Actually, I would consider mself having pretty good luck, but not today.  See my wife is going out of town for one week, with the kids, starting this Wednesday.  I have huge off-road plans for me and my dirt bike.  That might have just changed.

Since we planned on riding on Sunday versus the normal Saturday excursion, I decided to check out the fueling and how easy the bike starts after an oil change.  The bike fired up on the first kick and idled very nicely.  I took my daughter out with me as I rode around my subdivision to warm up the oil to ease the draining process.

After the oil change, I went to kick the bike to get the new oil warm in order to accurately measure the level.  Unfortunately I lazily kicked the bike  - meaning just tried to push through the compression versus getting up and kicking through.  The angle of my leg and what I think was the compression release not engaging, rewarded me with an extreme pain in my inner thigh area.  It had been since the pickup hockey days in Michigan in the late 90’s since I pulled a groin muscle.  I had no idea of the severity as the sharp initial pain faded quickly.  It continued with a soreness, but was not too bad.

Later that night, my wife and I went out to dinner and spent a good deal of time walking around in some shopping districts with minimal pain.  Life was good so I thought.

This morning I had a religious experience.  With the first kick, I met Jesus. I had enough of a sharp pain in my inner thigh, that I had to get off the bike.  That was the most pain I have had since the day after having screws put in my ankle.  

Nothing is worse than having you buddy start your bike for you.  At that moment, I was in extreme pain and had a vagina when my buddy started my bike for me.  I considered packing it up and punking out of the ride, but I couldn’t.  The pain was not too bad when I was riding, but I feared every break point because that meant kick-starting was close by.  I couldn’t let the other guy start my bike again.  Sometimes it just started on the first kick, other times I had to (ugh) use the kickstand.

So here I sit pumped full of Advil and ice way to close to my junk.  The prognosis is not good for this coming weekend.  My guess is that it will not be well enough to attempt another ride.  I’m dumb, but I’m not stupid.  I know that not letting things heal will only make it worse.

My all-ride weeknd may still be alive by cashing in a HUGE favor.  A friend of mine has a CRF450X that is for sale and collecting dust.  It is possible that I will be able to borrow this machine…I was planning on riding one day with him anyway.  The “X” model has that magic red button called electric start.  Since riding is not so painful, I think it is a possible compromise.

I have been looking forward to this riding weekend for a little while.  I had no schedule, no return time, and no restrictions.  Now it looks like I may try to arrange for a poker night.

Damn.