So now we have the bike and it's sitting in the garage waiting for a rider. It's Friday evening and after a long week in Houston it's time to conquer the fear. One of the old timers in the club suggests what seems like a good idea. Rather than go into an open space, start off in the garage with cardboard boxes surrounding you and just play with the clutch and throttle.
Ok sounds easy but firstly the bike is tall and heavy for me. It still had the knobby's on it and taller seat. So I learnt something about my bike; I can drop it on either side and it won't hurt it, at least at .5 miles an hour :) but it will hurt me! My son has always been protective of me and watching me go flying off the bike towards his dad's K1200LT was just a little too much for him to handle. Any ideas he may have had to try riding a bike went well out the door.
Right so not such a good idea for me, and now I'm more terrified than ever and that MSF course looming around the corner is getting way too close for comfort.
Now for an odd coincidence or what's known as the '6 degrees of separation'. My bike as I mentioned came from Craigslist, a guy 75 miles away. When I talked to him after the weekend he told me how his friend had broken his leg in 6 places while riding the trails. On Monday I hear how a co-workers husband did the same thing. I walk down the hallway, think about and walk back. Sure enough it's the same person, how bizarre. And expensive!
You see since getting my bike my husband had been eyeing a lighter bike for those times when I'm riding mine and not riding bitch with him. So suddenly there's a 2007 Dakar up for sale with all the gear. Oh dear? now we have 3 bikes.
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