Teaching an old dog…

I totally feel like an old dog trying to learn a new tricks. Last week I began a motorcycle training course, couldn’t keep up, crashed my bike, bruised my body, bruised my ego and pride. I started over yesterday with a private lesson. It was great; one on one with a very sincere, patient instructor.

I was so, so upset last weekend when the class ended in disaster like that. But I wasn’t going to let it stop me from learning how to ride, and neither was my husband going to let me quit. Tommy is so supportive, kind and just all around good. Yesterday I worked on learning how to change gears from 1st to 2nd. Sounds so easy. I don’t even know how to drive stick so this whole clutch issue is totally new to me. I’m proud that I was able to change gears and even get up some speed on the bike. Feeling the wind on your face like that is totally cool and I was only in a parking lot.

I so want to get this down. At one point yesterday during the lesson I heard my dad say, “Just drive!” Something I had been waiting to hear since I first got on a bike. That is exactly what my dad would have said if he were here. It’s what he always said to us when he picked up a car for my sister or I to get around in. If we complained about the size of the car or anything at all his answer would be, “Just drive!” So that’s what I plan to do.

I have another lesson next week I almost can’t wait because like anything practice and more practice makes perfect. I’m not comfortable on Tommy’s bike to practice, it’s too big I think. Although I don’t know any other bikes than the ones at the training center. Right now they have me riding a smaller bike, a Honda rebel it’s called, and I’m cool with that.

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