I’ve Come So Far, I Can’t Remember Where I’ve Been
When Mr. S first suggested I get my own motorcycle I had some reservations. I love thrills but this was a thrill of a different nature. I would be putting myself in the line of distracted drivers, talking on their cell phones, eating, screaming at children, and hoping they were paying enough attention to notice me. The results could be deadly. Worse, what if I didn’t like it? I have always enjoyed riding on the back of his bike, but would I enjoy being on my own bike? What if I got so nervous riding that I became a danger to myself? I started to doubt myself. Which is so unlike me.
I will admit the first time Mr. S took me on the freeway all the doubts and all the fears got the better of me. Going 65 mph in busy traffic terrified me and I kept pulling over thinking I would just stay there and wait for traffic to die down. Luckily I have a husband who knows me better. And sometimes I just need a little push. I made it home that day in time for dinner, without having to wait for traffic to disappear.
My friend, Sarah, filmed this clip a few weeks back when I was riding home from work by myself for the first time. That day I was nervous riding home on State Street. After our trip to Idaho over the 4th of July I am officially a motorcycle loving fool. I never want to ride over Teton Pass again in the freezing rain, but if I have to I know I can do it. I’m also pushing more than 65 mph now. But in case my parents and anyone having anything to do with writing speeding tickets is reading this, I am keeping quiet.
