Lose one vehicle, fall for another
I love my car. I love it because she's faster, quicker, and tougher than she looks. I love her because of the memories. I love her for the radio, for the therapy, for the transportation, for everything about her. Oh, and yeah, I'll always refer to her as my car, even if she isn't.
But I just got a motorcycle lesson. So Paul shows me how to shift, how to brake, how to start her up, etc. Pushes me around a tiny little parking lot. Then I get to let the clutch out, back and forth, back and forth, real easy like. Then I get to put it in first, idle a little ways, stop, turn around, repeat. And then I just got to ride around that little lot in a circle. It was awesome.
Then came the rest of the lesson in the much larger Albertson's parking lot. I ride around in a big loop, actually use the throttle, actually shift into second. Got to 20 mph, maybe. It's so incredibly easy... I really don't see how Christian managed to screw it up. I guess it had something to do with the drugs... but anyway.
So I'm having a blast. Paul pulls me over, I think it's time to go. He tells me that once I get around to the straightaway I can go ahead and open first gear up a little. I ask if he's serious. "Yeah, it's not going to lift up on you or anything, just don't yank up and you'll be fine."
Well I have a beaming fucking smile on my face about this time. So I go. The first couple times around I was jerky on the throttle, wasn't clean at all, but it was still bad ass. The third time around I got it real straight, and just crammed the throttle on.
Paul lied. The front did pick up. Just a few inches, and just for a second, if that. It was one of the greatest experiences of my life. I can't remember the last time I got that great of a thrill. It was pure adrenaline. It was orgasmic.
I want a bike. I want a bike I want a bike I want a bike. Somebody get me a bike for Christmas. I'll love you forever and ever and ever. I mean, there are people who I'll love forever anyway... but damn. I want a bike. It's not hard. It really isn't. I got up to about 50 mph in a parking lot, I braked cleanly and easily, I stopped and turned smoothly.
I have to have one. And someday, hopefully someday soon, I will.
But I just got a motorcycle lesson. So Paul shows me how to shift, how to brake, how to start her up, etc. Pushes me around a tiny little parking lot. Then I get to let the clutch out, back and forth, back and forth, real easy like. Then I get to put it in first, idle a little ways, stop, turn around, repeat. And then I just got to ride around that little lot in a circle. It was awesome.
Then came the rest of the lesson in the much larger Albertson's parking lot. I ride around in a big loop, actually use the throttle, actually shift into second. Got to 20 mph, maybe. It's so incredibly easy... I really don't see how Christian managed to screw it up. I guess it had something to do with the drugs... but anyway.
So I'm having a blast. Paul pulls me over, I think it's time to go. He tells me that once I get around to the straightaway I can go ahead and open first gear up a little. I ask if he's serious. "Yeah, it's not going to lift up on you or anything, just don't yank up and you'll be fine."
Well I have a beaming fucking smile on my face about this time. So I go. The first couple times around I was jerky on the throttle, wasn't clean at all, but it was still bad ass. The third time around I got it real straight, and just crammed the throttle on.
Paul lied. The front did pick up. Just a few inches, and just for a second, if that. It was one of the greatest experiences of my life. I can't remember the last time I got that great of a thrill. It was pure adrenaline. It was orgasmic.
I want a bike. I want a bike I want a bike I want a bike. Somebody get me a bike for Christmas. I'll love you forever and ever and ever. I mean, there are people who I'll love forever anyway... but damn. I want a bike. It's not hard. It really isn't. I got up to about 50 mph in a parking lot, I braked cleanly and easily, I stopped and turned smoothly.
I have to have one. And someday, hopefully someday soon, I will.