A couple of days ago I had on my list of things to do the rearranging of some rocks in the back yard. You have to remember that I live in Reno, NV , in the Sierra Nevada mountains. Rocks here can grow a little bigger than the average Midwest rock. The top point of the offending rock, shown here next to a spade garden shovel is 21″ (53 cm).
I had just moved a larger, heavier rock and was attempting to roll this one closer to the first one. I was behind it, reached down and pulled up to flop it onto the side facing the camera. As I pulled up I felt a tear on the inside of my left elbow near the bottom of my bicep similar to ripping apart a small piece of Velcro.
My arm has been in a sling with ice applied ever since. The Swift has a side-by-side seating arrangement so I fly with my left hand on the stick and right hand on the throttle. This has put a serious crimp in my plans for flying the Swift to the West Coast Swift Fly-in this weekend or flying it anywhere for that matter.
So, while Swifts from around the area are headed to O70, I’m headed to see an orthopedic specialist for a prognosis. I’ll heal and there is plenty to do here at home, it’s just a bit disappointing.
2 responses to “Bad Day at Big Rock”
Sorry to hear about that, you have to stop thinking that you’re superman and those rocks are creampuffs. Heh!
Don’t feel bad, though, I seem to have the same luck too, but just not pulled tendons or muscles…
Bill y Rocio down in Paradise. Uhuh, Sure
Several other people have told me the same thing. It’s one of those jobs that by now I ought to be hiring somebody else to do. It’s hard to get into that frame of mind. I’m working on it, but it’s not coming easily.
I didn’t realize you had internet access on the beach! 🙂