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A Day In The Life

A few weeks ago, Hubby bought himself a Honda Goldwing to use as a commuter vehicle for work. With this situation, we both thought that learning to drive one might be a good idea. Thus we found ourselves signed up for a Basic Motorcycle Safety class. Our first night of class was Thursday, all classroom, and today was the second class in which we were actually riding the school bikes.

I should point out here, that as far as I can remember, I’ve never driven a motorized two wheeled vehicle. I dated boys who drove motorcycles when I was younger, and therefore I have ridden on a bike. I discovered today just how different the experiences are.

I managed to not crash into anything except the ground, a result of accidently shifting into neutral, stalling the bike and executing a slow smooth drop. No injuries, no scratches to the bike, just some bruising to my nervous and shaking ego.

At one point I thought I was doing kind-of OK, but felt I was travelling far too fast, making me even more nervous. I took the chance to glance down at the speed odometer to see what terrifying break-neck speed I was travelling at.

10 MPH.

Boy do I need a LOT more practice. I’m fairly confident that I will not pass the driving portion of the school tomorrow. I actually view the fact that having survived my first day of driving a motorcycle is a good thing, and I’ll feel even better if I don’t dump the bike tomorrow.