More Absurdities

What is more absurd than Pat having a tattoo?

Pat taking a motorcycle safety class and receiving her motorcycle rider license.

You see, I can ride a bicycle. Until I fall over. Falling off of a bike is painful. I have scarred knees from childhood to prove it. And marks on the palms of my hands, too. But the idea of me on a motorized two-wheeled vehicle strikes me as the heart of folly.

Until I'm on the motorcycle. Then it's sheer fun. No, I haven't mastered any of it yet. The shift pattern is so different than a car that I get confused sometimes and end up in first gear instead of second. Talk about sudden deceleration!

Then there is the brake, throttle thing. How to squeeze the front brake lever without rolling ON the throttle. Hmm. Need lots of practice there.

Oh, and did I mention that busy streets are scaring the pants off me? So far, I have stayed off of them. I'm guessing that won't last much longer, knowing my husband.

So, if you see a tiny librarian with a silver helmet on a blue Honda Rebel--either step away from the vehicle, or salute her. She can't wave back yet (I need both hands on the bike!) but I promise that I won't run you over! I hope.

Absurdly,
Pat