Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Motorcycle School was a blast!

The Friday night class was all lecture. But I was so pysched for the actual hands on riding the following two days that even the lectures were tolerable.

I arrived at the parking lot for the Saturday riding 20 minutes early, and there was about 8 people there already. We were all biting at the bit, checking out the Kawaski 100's all lined up and ready to go. There was 15 guys and 5 girls in the class. They started us out by pairing us up, and then with the bikes in neutral, we sat on and our partner gave us a small shove. We had to coast forward and then come to a controlled stop. We did the same thing and veered away to the right and then the left side.

Time to start them engines. vrooom vrooom! We had a good time Saturday and Sunday.... then we had a break after lunch and they set up the courses for the M2 Test. Dum De Dum. You could see the tension on everyone's face.

A short girl fully decked out in Gold Wing gear was so involved watching the group doing another test that she drove straight into the cement blocks around the edge of the parking lot, flew ass over tea kettle into a small gulley, and then.. ouch.... the Kawi 100 climbed the parking block and crashed onto her. She got in her car and drove home, but I'm sure alot more than her pride was aching. I felt sorry for her, but then one of the other girls said, "Her old man has a Gold Wing in the garage waiting for her after she passes." Thank God she didn't. Actually of the 5 girls only one passed and 3 of them had already bought Harley Sporsters to ride with their boyfriends. The girl who did pass deserved to, and I give anyone who passed credit, it was fun but you had to have control of that little bugger at all times. If you messed up on any rules, like shut down etc. they would get you in a group and then as they were explaining the next exercise to you, one of the other instructors would check the bikes. If something was wrong they would push it out into the middle of the parking lot so as you returned to your bike ... it was gone.... oh crap there it is ..... embarrassing but you only did it once! Let me talk from experience!

As you probably figured out by now..... I passed!

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