Usually, the simple and bare if not almost violent beauty of hard work gets forgotten. This is, when one focuses only on “bionic” arms which seems to be a current societal and academic obsession.<\/p>\n
Prosthetic arms are only really<\/em> needed, however, and that is if one does a truly bimanual activity<\/em>. That is something one can not really do that well with one arm. Given that other bikers bike one armed, my aging body does a lot better with posture correction on the bike (link) and a more rather than less symmetric posture. With that I use a Mert arm (link) to ride my bike(s) (link) which I do entirely recreationally (link). Recreationally does not mean this is easy, or easy to accomplish, or, mild, or boring, or in any other way accessible for the average pansy boy equipped with the average myo arm. Just so we got that out of the way.<\/p>\n So, last week, I biked up, from Prad (South Tyrolia \/ Alto Adige, Italy), to the Stelvio Pass (from Wikipedia: the Stelvio Pass (Italian: Passo dello Stelvio; German: Stilfser Joch) is a mountain pass in northern Italy, at an elevation of 2,757 m (9,045 ft) above sea level. It is the highest paved mountain pass in the Eastern Alps, and the second highest in the Alps, just 13 m (43 ft) below France’s Col de l’Iseran (2,770 m (9,088 ft)<\/a>), over the Umbrail Pass, via Santa Maria, Mustair and Glurns back to Prad, where we then attended the swimming pool.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n