Oh yeah. I totally suck at riding motorcycles. But then I look down and notice I have 10 miles on the bike. 10 miles isn’t going to make an expert of me. So, the prescription is more practice. I have no idea what this bike will do, what it is capable of, and I have to worry about me and my pretty non existent skills. No wonder I’m in a nervous mental place. I’m not even counting my Missouri riding. That was also a mental mess, so let’s just call this the beginning.
The big thing is confidence. I’m at 0. Self doubt is in my blood. It’s not for fear of the bike’s safety, I’m cool with it laying down. I have enough gear to keep me in one piece. Most of those 10 miles were at 10mph. Hell, I put crash bars on because 1. they look cool and 2, it will minimize spend on replacing important parts. Obviously, I’m avoiding laying it down or having myself on theÂ pavementÂ (or on a car hood, or in a bush…) but I know I can be safe and still progress in skills. It just takes time. My brain doesn’t get that.
It will come. Not everyone is a natural. I’m excited for the day my hands stop shaking when I reach for the key. I have to get out there. The husband is super supportive and stood in the parking lot and made me feel comfortable. He got me there and back in 1 piece following me. Now, to figure out how to practice this week. I’m determined to get this down and not hooligan style, at my own damn pace. No need to be throwing myself off a cliff when I can use the stairs.