I'm one arm typing. Here's the reason:

I'm careening down a different path these days. I'm hanging on for dear life and the crests and bends in the road try to shake my sensibilities loose. Cross that bridge when you come to it; make the moments last; knock yourself out. Take us to warp speed, Mr. Sulu! 

Poor metaphor aside, I have 3 wonderful reasons I haven't been riding - one is above and two are below:

Oh, and the coils are on the bench and ready to get the heart beating on the KZ again.