Well folks, I have to keep this one short. I have a sick wife to look after.
Amy called me at work, about 2:30 this afternoon, crying. Her head hurt so bad, she couldn’t drive herself to the clinic. I had planned to take the Baron in for a checkup tonight, and a meeting with the Baron staff to determine where our R&D efforts were going after this project. Nope. As soon as I heard the pain in her voice, I had a new mission. Definitely time for some controlled aggression.
My ride home was both the quickest, and the longest I have ever had on the Baron. Even with my heightened sense of urgency, I realized that it wouldn’t be safe to take the freeway. We were going to take a close look at the drive belt and variator tonight. They were OK at normal 30-45 mph speeds on sidestreets, but a flat-out run on the highway could result in a broken belt. I just couldn’t chance it.
So I rode the sidestreets, at the highest speed I could get away with, and we made it home in about 55 minutes. I passed cars where I normally wouldn’t have, and rode around corners dragging my foot on dry pavement, just in case we hit sand or a rogue ice patch.
The fear I was feeling was something new. In the fifteen years I have known her, Amy has never been seriously ill. The thought of losing her because I couldn’t ride fast enough was unbearable. So I pushed the limits beyond reason, and was lucky to get home in one piece.
We are home from the clinic now, and Amy is resting. The doc thinks it is a particularly vicious sinus infection, but doesn’t know for sure. If she’s not feeling much better in the morning, I may stay home with her. She’s done that for me, more than once.
Good night, folks.