Several months back my husband began talking about purchasing a motorcycle. I was skeptical, but knew that it would be a fun past-time. Recently, he decided on a bike and brought it home a few days later. Oh boy, was he wobbly. He had not ridden for 20-something years. I trailed close behind him in my truck that evening.
On a whim I decided I wanted to learn how to ride. I surprised myself. I did not want to ride on the back of a bike. I wanted to learn to ride!
About as quickly as that thought entered my mind, the next thought pushed its way in. Not only did I not want to ride tandem, I wanted my own bike. 48 hours later I parked my own bike in the garage. And I am still laughing at that maneuver!
That same day I began studying the Ohio motorcycle manual. I studied it through the holiday weekend.
I also field practiced on the bike once during the weekend. I wanted to get a feel for the clutch, throttle, let off of the brakes (send power to the back wheel). It was too hot to practice long, especially in a helmet. I went for short jags, 20-100 feet. That was enough for day 1. I did better than I thought I would. I laid it down once in the grass. As soon as my husband pulled the bike off of me, I was giggling. Rolling in the grass giggling!
Yesterday, less than a week after I began making all of the moves to learn to ride, I passed the 40 question motorcycle exam. I missed 4 questions. It was stunning to me. I am grinning as I type this! I am having a time of my life with all of this.
Can you see me trolling along a country road with a baby goat, or 6 week old bottle fed kitten, sitting on the handlebars, or strapped to the back seat?
The Goat Lady has went wild.
Actually, slow cruising, back roads, enjoying life, with a new hobby, is all that I am looking for. But, it is new, and it is fun, and who would have thought?
I go for a 16 hour rider’s course in August. And, guess who said he wanted to go with me? I cannot ask for more, he is my best friend. Bless his heart!
Life is short, better enjoy it now!
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LOL That’s great! Did your hubby get a Honda too? My cousin had one, as did her hubby, and loved it.
Good luck, have fun and be safe! 🙂
My husband’s bike is a Yamaha V-Star 650. It is a beauty. Looks like a Harley.
I plan to have fun, but safe fun, I hope!
ARE YOU OFF YOUR ROCKER???
DO YOU KNOW THE DANGERS OF RIDING A MOTORCYCLE???
I’m only kidding, Mary!
I have always wanted to learn to ride a motorcycle, but just never had the time or a bike to learn on.
I feel a post coming on about Christmas morning a few years ago, when we got my son his first dirt bike.
It was not pretty. And it deterred me from wanting to learn. But I think I’m over it now. Atleast I think I’m over it enough to write a post about it. When I start writing that may change. LOL
It is dangerous. It takes a lot of concentration. But, I get your jest, and you are cracking me up!
I am glad your son’s experience came out okay. Whew!
Sorry, but my imagination is running away with me…..
I can see you now….leather chaps and jacket, knee high leather boots and on the cap helmet instead of a skull you’ll have a smiling goat or a bar of soap. Hahaha
Again….SORRY! tee hee
I am laughing out loud!
I do have to buy a new pair of boots, a pair without laces, and without heels. I have to wear boots to the 16 hour course. I am concerned about my “normal” sturdy boots because of the laces.
Your description, oh my, I am dying just picturing it! A smiling goat, ha ha ha!!!
***snicker***
What will the name of your bike club be?
I’m sorry!
I am not making fun.
It’s just my imagination!!!
I would do the same if it were me!!!
My club name would be something like….
Fencepost Flyers
or
Twisted Throttles.
Hahahahaha
I am lost for words!!! Becky, you are killing me.
Funny.
My husband nic-names me, and sometimes it changes. My current nic-name is Wilber. I shunned the name at first because it sounds like an old horse, but that was not his intention. So, Wilber stuck.
He said, “Well, this is Bob and Wilber’s Bike Club.” Not, ha ha ha!
I think we are the BW Goat Club.
I’ll come up with something better…
How about…
Baaa, Baaa Bikers.
**snicker**
BTW, there is nothing wrong with the name Wilber. It was my grandfather’s name.
And from now on I will associate you with that name. Can’t help it.
I am so glad you are not upset with my active imagination. I was worried I may offend you. Sometimes I worry that someone will take offense to my twisted sense of humor. But I promise I NEVER mean any harm.
A good sense of humor is like gold! And that says it all.
I have had a lot of assigned nic-names. Wilber surprised me. Funny when we walk into a place where nobody knows us and I am announced as Wilber. And it is all in humor, it keeps things light.
The Baa Baa Baa club…ha!
[…] For those of you who don’t know, I bought a bike for myself a week ago. I decided I did not want to ride on the back of a bike, I wanted to do it myself. Mind you, I knew nothing about motorcycles. I plunged into studying the written test and somehow aced it (more on that story here). […]