My one attempt at motorcycle riding was a dismal failure. I couldn't help but lean in the *other* direction, which earned me a purple-faced chewing out from my friend. But yes, my imagination concurs that it would seem like flying. So, YAY for flying Duckies!
Motorcycles? OOOOH! They scare hell out of me, but omg, I love 'em! Have not ridden in years. First time was with an old boyfriend who had an even older Triumph. ROAAAAAAAAAAR! It scared me all to piss to watch friggin' pavement whiz by my knee, what seemed inches away, but yeah, baby. Closest damn thing to flying!
If only it weren't for the half-ton-plus-and more juggernauts bikes had to share the road with, it'd be the awesomest thing ever. ;-) Go you!
And uh ... sorry about the naked thing. *titters more*
I actually felt perfectly safe the entire time, which was probably because Pat was taking it easy for my benefit. The one thing that gave me stomach flutters was when I closed my eyes and just felt it - no idea what was up ahead, no anticipating the bumps or stop signs. It's liberating and exhilarating and oooooh *shivers*.
My hubs and I had motorcycles forever. We rode HARLEYS. Well, he drove and I rode in the back. My younger years were spent on the back of a big old hawg!
I loved the freedom.
We always wore helmets. We never got hurt. Well, once when he was riding by himself in typical boy fashion he decided to take a corner way to fast and wound up dropping his bike and getting a mean case of road rash. He told his mom a little animal ran in front of him and he tried to avoid the little guy.
LIE. LIE. LIE. Stupid boy riding too fast.
The leaning thing, takes a little getting used to. You naturally want to compensate and lean the OTHER way but that is a no no. That causes accidents unrelated to furry little creatures.
Also, whenever my hubs would break, I would hit my helmet into his. No matter how many years I rode with him, if I wasn't paying attention. SMACK. Helmet crash.
Awee. Thanks so much for the post and making me remember my youth.
Well, I didn't know it. But it seems oddly fitting in retrospect. Ha, that is awesome!
SMACK. Helmet crash. Pat warned me about this. "When I brake, try to keep your head back. You'll probably knock your helmet into mine a half-dozen times, but try to remember."
I only tapped him a few times. When he stopped short, you know? *blush*
Naked roomate? Now that just made me giggle. Us, too, once we got over the awkward. It's actually been a lovely icebreaker in some ways; we're not tiptoeing around each other, because there's really no point now.
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My one attempt at motorcycle riding was a dismal failure. I couldn't help but lean in the *other* direction, which earned me a purple-faced chewing out from my friend. But yes, my imagination concurs that it would seem like flying. So, YAY for flying Duckies!
The naked thing? Eeeeeeeek.
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And yeah, it does take a bit of getting used to - putting your weight in the right place.
The naked thing has actually become more funny than eeek since it happened. Pat is being quite gentlemanly about it.
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C'mon. Just a little fundraiser. Car wash? Bake sale? It must happen. It must!
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Fundraiser, huh? How 'bout stripping, since I seem so determined to give everyone a show?
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Motorcycles? OOOOH! They scare hell out of me, but omg, I love 'em! Have not ridden in years. First time was with an old boyfriend who had an even older Triumph. ROAAAAAAAAAAR! It scared me all to piss to watch friggin' pavement whiz by my knee, what seemed inches away, but yeah, baby. Closest damn thing to flying!
If only it weren't for the half-ton-plus-and more juggernauts bikes had to share the road with, it'd be the awesomest thing ever. ;-) Go you!
And uh ... sorry about the naked thing. *titters more*
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I actually felt perfectly safe the entire time, which was probably because Pat was taking it easy for my benefit. The one thing that gave me stomach flutters was when I closed my eyes and just felt it - no idea what was up ahead, no anticipating the bumps or stop signs. It's liberating and exhilarating and oooooh *shivers*.
\o/
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I AM WATCHING YOU, LADY.
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I don't have to, what with this other boy person in my life who keeps spending the night.
:P
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I loved the freedom.
We always wore helmets. We never got hurt. Well, once when he was riding by himself in typical boy fashion he decided to take a corner way to fast and wound up dropping his bike and getting a mean case of road rash. He told his mom a little animal ran in front of him and he tried to avoid the little guy.
LIE. LIE. LIE. Stupid boy riding too fast.
The leaning thing, takes a little getting used to. You naturally want to compensate and lean the OTHER way but that is a no no. That causes accidents unrelated to furry little creatures.
Also, whenever my hubs would break, I would hit my helmet into his. No matter how many years I rode with him, if I wasn't paying attention. SMACK. Helmet crash.
Awee. Thanks so much for the post and making me remember my youth.
Naked roomate? Now that just made me giggle.
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Well, I didn't know it. But it seems oddly fitting in retrospect. Ha, that is awesome!
SMACK. Helmet crash.
Pat warned me about this. "When I brake, try to keep your head back. You'll probably knock your helmet into mine a half-dozen times, but try to remember."
I only tapped him a few times. When he stopped short, you know? *blush*
Naked roomate? Now that just made me giggle.
Us, too, once we got over the awkward. It's actually been a lovely icebreaker in some ways; we're not tiptoeing around each other, because there's really no point now.
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