I'm having such a blast riding Michael's Harley! I've been downtown, on the back roads and even the highway now. I ride every chance I get. Poor Michael, I'm sure he's probably regretting ever having encouraged me to start riding his bike because he's at home with the kids while I'm riding. Practice makes perfect! The hardest part of riding is when I know people are looking at me. As a lady rider, people just stare! It makes me nervous. I'm hoping I'll start to get used to it. I've made some mistakes, but nothing major. The worst one was when I dropped it (I was stopped) at a gas station in front of God and everybody. It was totally my fault, because I had put myself in a position where I had to back up, then make a tight turn from a stop with traffic coming in and out from all over the place. Thank God Michael's bike didn't get a scratch! I had to have some strong guys pick it up for me. They asked me if I was OK and all I could think to say was, "I'm fine! I'm just worried about my husband's bike!" I was pretty shook up, so I drove home. Michael told me to get back on and go for a 50 mile ride to shake it off. It was kind of one of those concepts of, "if you get bucked off, get back on". He was right, after riding 50 miles of back roads, I had my confidence back and I was doing fine. Mom and I want to plan a ride soon. I can't wait! I really do think that just like her, I was "Born to Ride"!Friday, June 5, 2009
Born To Ride!
I'm having such a blast riding Michael's Harley! I've been downtown, on the back roads and even the highway now. I ride every chance I get. Poor Michael, I'm sure he's probably regretting ever having encouraged me to start riding his bike because he's at home with the kids while I'm riding. Practice makes perfect! The hardest part of riding is when I know people are looking at me. As a lady rider, people just stare! It makes me nervous. I'm hoping I'll start to get used to it. I've made some mistakes, but nothing major. The worst one was when I dropped it (I was stopped) at a gas station in front of God and everybody. It was totally my fault, because I had put myself in a position where I had to back up, then make a tight turn from a stop with traffic coming in and out from all over the place. Thank God Michael's bike didn't get a scratch! I had to have some strong guys pick it up for me. They asked me if I was OK and all I could think to say was, "I'm fine! I'm just worried about my husband's bike!" I was pretty shook up, so I drove home. Michael told me to get back on and go for a 50 mile ride to shake it off. It was kind of one of those concepts of, "if you get bucked off, get back on". He was right, after riding 50 miles of back roads, I had my confidence back and I was doing fine. Mom and I want to plan a ride soon. I can't wait! I really do think that just like her, I was "Born to Ride"!
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And I'm sooooo not like either of you! You couldn't get me on the back of a street bike to save your life! Now, give me a dirt bike and then you're talking!
Great story! Are you going to get a side-car to carry the kids?
Nope, no side car. We'd have to get a bigger bike to really make it stable. The thought of my kids riding in back of us terrifies me at this point, although my husband wants Josiah to start riding with him as soon as his feet can reach the pegs. I'm not convinced yet. Maybe in a parade. To me, it isn't worth the chance because if something happened, I'd never forgive myself. God's really going to have to do a work in my heart if He wants me to change my mind on that one.
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