This past weekend, the husband and I had our motorcycle riding training course. At the end of the course we are all tested and then given licenses. I did so well all weekend long, but then come the test, I totally f*@dek it up. I failed. It was a sad story. We had to do a quick stop exercise. I was riding along at 15mph in 2nd gear, then had to downshift and stop. Maybe because I was nervous, or maybe a little to cocky, I screwed it all up. Instead of grabbing the front brake that is in front of the throttle, I grabbed the throttle, increased speed and lost control of the bike. This resulted in the bike falling on top of me. If someone drops the bike, they automatically fail :(
I learned one great lesson though. To always, always, always wear a helmet. If I wasn't wearing my helmet I would most likely have half a shaved head and several stitches. My whole body went down and I smacked my head hardcore on the ground. One concussion is enough for a year! Thank goddess I was wearing a helmet. At least I got one fansmashinglytastic battle wound out of it. Almost the entire inside of my left calf is covered with an ugle bruise.
I can go to the local DMV and retest at any time. Right now I am looking for someone with a small enough bike to take the test with. My hog is too big and will be hard for me to make the tight turning radii with. Hopefully in the next few weeks I'll be writing and telling all of you of a better testing experience.
I have a rubber butt, I bounce back. I will not give up and soon I'll be riding with my neighbor who'll teach me all about being a tough ass riding bitch. I can't wait.