Ain't Dead Yet
Motorcycle riding is both scary & fun. I mean as in barely moving is scary. I was surprised exactly how many simultaneous things one must both do & deal with. Wow. I've got lovely bruises from the footrests (footpegs?) on my legs when "walking" it. (That's an awkward sentence.) He wants to have me practice (try?) more tonight. I'd like a ride on the back, but he doesn't have the passenger seat down here.
