This morning, I rode my motorcycle to the Rocky Mountain Regional Medical Center for an intimate and uncomfortable examination by two matter-of-fact technicians. You may well have had the same experience.
It was not the most pleasant half-hour I can recall. But…
It was not nearly as unpleasant as the intensely urban ride to the hospital and back home.
I rode 30 miles in traffic, 15 miles across two suburbs and the city of Denver – and 15 miles back. No part of it was even close to palatable. It was awful, all
