Six Months of Motorbikes
I have now been using motorbikes for my mode of transport pretty much exclusively for six months. In that time, I have done the following:
- Bought one motorbike
- Written off one motorbike
- Rented one motorbike
- Had one motorbike stolen
- Had one motorbike repaired
- Fallen off a motorbike when taking a roundabout too fast in the rain
- Locked my back wheel and skidded along the ground three times
- Learned to fit my shopping into a satchel
- Learned the true meaning of cold and wet
- Come to value the comfort and convenience of cars
- Realised how far £10 of petrol can get you (a couple of hundred miles)
- Run out of petrol half a dozen times
- Clipped two wing-mirrors of stationary cars whilst passing between traffic
- Learned the true meaning of terror; a gormless tubby girl stuffing her faces and listening to her iPod as she weaves her battered Corsa down the A40, sporadically changing lanes without checking for anything at all, let alone a motorbike desperately trying to get away from her.
- Sworn never to ride without being covered head to toe in leather
- Ridden most days in jeans
- Ridden one day without a jacket or gloves
- Accepted that being scolded about the above behaviour is now part of life
- Learned to tune out stories about people:
- Being beheaded
- Losing limbs
- Tearing off digits
- Going deaf
- Never walking again
It has been good!
Nov 29, 2012 at 4:36 PM /
Reblogged this on I, Christian and commented:
Exactly what people start talking about whenever I tell them I like bikes. If they’re right I’ll die at 19.