I’d been wanting to visit the Trike Shop in Zonhoven for a while now. People kept telling me what a great guy Yvo is, and how happy he is to share the tons of experience he has.

While the weather has turned for the worst again here in Belgium, I’m making plans for the future. The first weekend of may, I’ll be joining the Belgian HPV federation, on their tour.

While I’ve been riding a lot over the past few weeks, especially when I compare to the past 25 years, and while I’ve done so without real issues, my body tells me I have to pace myself.

Yesterday’s ride was a bit of a challenge. It had me navigate between rain showers the whole time. Belgium is known for many great things, but the weather isn’t on that list unfortunately. Especially not in spring.

Riding around the country side, I find myself traveling of the beaten path in more then one way. The ride may be the most obvious.

At the end of my most active week to date, my body firmly puts my feet back on the ground. I’ve done more than 250 km over the past 7 days. And while I’m proud of that little milestone, it also brought up some small issues. This morning I woke up to a body telling me something.

I bought the trike for some very specific reasons. First of all, my health required something. I had to start working out again, to battle my diabetes. But my options were limited by my hernia. Walking was fine, riding a regular bike wasn’t

I’ve been riding the trike for about 500 km before I did it. I tipped it over. Not by going through a corner too fast of by a sudden change of direction. No, I did it in the most idiotic way I can think of.