Biker mama
March 27th 2007 03:03
I'm not the overly adventurous type. I get nervous when sneaking in snacks to a movie theater. Today though I did something that was so exhilerating and exciting, I can't wait to do it again. I rode a motorcycle today. Not on the back, I DROVE it, by myself up and down the street, and around the neighborhood. It was amazing!
Tony has had a motorcycle now for almost a year. He loves the thing, and we always talk about how I should learn to ride. I like vehicles. I love things that go fast, motorcycles, cars, jet skis, boats. I'm always safe and cautious, but knowing I can go hurtling down the streets, controlling metal and glass. I don't know, it's something I like. I don't think people know that about me quite honestly. I'm not generally a speeder when I drive, but I think driving is as close to flying as a person will ever get without actually sprouting wings out of their backs.
I was nervous of course, but I tamped that down, and headed on my way. Tony always says that being scared is what gets people in trouble. I reminded myself that over and over. I drove down the street, the wind rippling my tshirt and the breeze cool on my arms. I cautiously turned down at the end of the street and puttered back to Tony. Each time I did this, I got more brave, working my way up to second gear, then later on third. Then I drove to my parents house which is a few blocks away. The drive there is a lot of turns, so I could never get going very fast, but it was more about familiarizing myself with the feel of the bike, the gears and how they feel when they needed to be shifted. All that jazz.
It is the most amazing feeling I've ever experienced. It was, at risk of sounding like a bad Harley Davidson commercial, very freeing. It was like someone gave me a freedom pass, and I was using it for the first time. I grinned, I giggled, I didn't want to stop. I wanted to ride and ride until my legs grew weary, and my hands went numb. I wanted to pack a bag, and take to the open road and never look back. But, you know "life" wouldn't allow it, and I think Tony would be pretty pissed if I stole his bike.
Tony has had a motorcycle now for almost a year. He loves the thing, and we always talk about how I should learn to ride. I like vehicles. I love things that go fast, motorcycles, cars, jet skis, boats. I'm always safe and cautious, but knowing I can go hurtling down the streets, controlling metal and glass. I don't know, it's something I like. I don't think people know that about me quite honestly. I'm not generally a speeder when I drive, but I think driving is as close to flying as a person will ever get without actually sprouting wings out of their backs.
I was nervous of course, but I tamped that down, and headed on my way. Tony always says that being scared is what gets people in trouble. I reminded myself that over and over. I drove down the street, the wind rippling my tshirt and the breeze cool on my arms. I cautiously turned down at the end of the street and puttered back to Tony. Each time I did this, I got more brave, working my way up to second gear, then later on third. Then I drove to my parents house which is a few blocks away. The drive there is a lot of turns, so I could never get going very fast, but it was more about familiarizing myself with the feel of the bike, the gears and how they feel when they needed to be shifted. All that jazz.
It is the most amazing feeling I've ever experienced. It was, at risk of sounding like a bad Harley Davidson commercial, very freeing. It was like someone gave me a freedom pass, and I was using it for the first time. I grinned, I giggled, I didn't want to stop. I wanted to ride and ride until my legs grew weary, and my hands went numb. I wanted to pack a bag, and take to the open road and never look back. But, you know "life" wouldn't allow it, and I think Tony would be pretty pissed if I stole his bike.
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Comment by DuskDevi
Rugby World Cup 2007
As a fellow rider (not Harley's, I like my full fairing bikes), I completely understand that feeling of freedom.
You could always get your own bike....
Hope you're well Sandi.
Dusk
ps. what's Tony's bike?
Comment by ChristieNY
That's FANTASTIC that you rode his bike and loved it - good for you Miss Biker Babe!
Comment by Sandi
Christie... um yeah he'd be pretty irked LOL
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