Monday, May 14, 2012
Laura Goes To Motorcycle Class: The First Day
Yes! Today was the day. I successfully attended Day One of a motorcycle safety class at our Local University. If I can keep it together the rest of the week, I'll have my motorcycle license this coming Friday.
Why would I want to do such a thing? Many people have asked me that question, and I'm still asking myself hourly. I desperately wanted to ride my own motorcycle when I was in my thirties. But my children were quite young, and while the desire was there, my mothering instinct overcame my desire for cheap motorcycle thrills. Now that I'm staring down the ginormous barrel of fifty, I still worry that I'll get hit by a red light-running moron, leaving my babies motherless. I just have more confidence in myself as a rider/driver.
We spent this morning in the classroom, talking in small groups, discussing why we were there, and answering questions in the handbook. There were videos, too. Nothing grisly or graphic. The bikes in the video were extremely nice, and the models/actors attractive. About 35 people had signed up for the class--mostly men. A couple of scooter riders. It was a pretty tame crowd. I mean, it was a motorcycle safety class. People who don't care about riding responsibly aren't going to take a class. (Just like folks who take gun safety courses--they're a risk-averse bunch.)
I'm studying more of the booklet tonight.
Tomorrow we actually get on the bikes. 125...somethings. Not very big bikes. But they have clutches and throttles and chokes and all that good stuff.
Here's the battlefield:
Wish me luck!