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We will have no reason to ever ride through Glacier National Park again. Any later trip will be a
disappointment compared to our ride over the Going to the Sun this year. The entire length of the park road from St. Mary to Apgar there was seldom a car in sight going westbound and only occasional traffic headed east. Only once, briefly, did traffic interfere with our progress and that kind gentleman from Minnesota driving his new Jeep something at 22 on a straight stretch of 35 mph roadway pulled into a pullout within about a half mile.
When we departed the park at the west side there was a huge, long line of cars backed up three wide for a few blocks, waiting to get into the park. If you ever visit Glacier in the summer plan your trip to travel from east to west, and do so as early in the morning as daylight and your body allow.
Are you considering membership in MedJet Assist, yet?
In 2010, I became ill in the tiny town of Malta, MT. They flew me home, had me checked into the Cleveland Clinc that same day, and brought my bike back to my dealer (needed a loading dock to unload it) a couple of weeks later.
You know the rest.
To family and friends of Mike Perry:
He's inched closer to getting the heart+kidney transplants! Today, Mike had a painful procedure, a heart catheterization -- or a tube stuck in the right side of his neck to measure heart pressure and output (at least that's what I got out of the medical explanation). I asked how long that has to be in his neck (it hurts and keeps him from turning his head very far.)
Docs said until he has the transplant(s). Wow! Now, he needs to work on gaining a little weight, not too much. He's lost a lot of muscle mass and is very weak.
It's a pretty scary place, that ICU, and I think he's tired of seeing his wife hovering over him every time he moves, coughs, snores or tries to sit up. So I know he'd like to have some visitors. (Only restriction that I know of is no cheeseburgers, no chicken-fried steak and no barbecue.)
If you get a chance and you're in the neighborhood of UT Southwestern/St. Paul Hospital in Dallas, pop by to see the skinny old fart in Cubicle A of the 6th Floor cardiac ICU.