[Apologies for the 2 month lag. I was kidnapped by trolls. At least I can cross “hanging out with trolls” off my list now.]
First things first: note that this is different from driving a motorcycle, and definitely different than obtaining a license, driving, and owning my own motorcycle.
Look, ma, no hands!
But, it was still a good start. I found out that I don’t like to change direction. I felt like we were nearly parallel with the road at every slight turn. Maybe it’s because I love speed. Or maybe 5 mph feels fast when your hair is whipping in the wind. Either way, I rode a motorcycle and survived.
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