To pedal or motor, that is the question. More tales from the surburban cyclist

My green conscience immediately screams pedal. However, my left shoulder screamed 'ouchy'.
In my inept attempts at learning new sports, I have fallen foul to the perils of skiing. No terribly heroic black-run rescue for me, just a rather pathetic first-timers technique issue instead, and to exacerbate the daftness of it, it happened in Holland. The Netherlands is not renowned for its snowy mountain ranges, so you will be even more amused to know that said injury happened on the titchy-tiny button lift in a snow-dome somewhere near Eindhoven! Hardly the stuff of sporting legends - you see I told you I am in no way a fitness goddess!
Anyhoooo...
So, with gammy shoulder I am trying to remain as active as poss. It's not until you twonk an area that you realise how much you need that bit, as I found out to my peril when in the comfort of my saddle the other day. Standing up in the pedals, leaning forward, all that bodyweight triangulated to cause the ultimate pain upon my weary joints.
Tis no fun at all, and hellishly frustrating, but as I wait for the consultant to plot my next move I take solace in a long sleeve skins top. On hearing of my ailments, Jo suggested the constricting and supporting properties of such a garment, and after charting my BMI on the skins sizing map, and wondering how such a titchy-tiny scrap of lycra could help me, I wiggled in and waited.
I am the biggest sceptic going, so was slightly puce in admitting that it seems to work. My floppy arm was supported, and who needs physiotherapist's sticky tape to hold your limbs in place when you have one of these babies? My circulation had been dropping off, and pins and needles had been happening without it, and within about half an hour I was much more comfortable.
So, like a loon, I ventured out on my beloved Yammie - the motorised bike I hide in my garage, and took it for a spin. My skins top under my protective bikewear was perfect for the clammy weather - no dodgy sweat stains for me! My Pearl Izumi urban capri's came in handy once again as they fit very comfortably under Rukka trousers, so when I hopped off Yammie at the end of my ride, I could strip quite happily, sit astride a garden chair, and no-one was blushing. Anyway, feeling somewhat exhilarated by the motorbiking going so well, I decided it was time to try Haggis again (esp as I was appropriately attired it would've been a shame not to).
Thankfully fishing season is at a standstill, and the banks of the canal were once again clear of fishermen and their poles, however bumps, lumps and vibration all took their toll on my shoulder, and I very quickly cycled straight back home again. Ah well, at least I tried. For at the moment it seems motor is the way to go. (boo, hiss).