Weekend Highlights

--I completed my Motorcycle Safety Course this weekend. I'm so glad I took this class. I learned so much and improved my skills and confidence by 1000%. I wouldn't have been able to take and pass the motorcycle driving test in a million years without this class. If you ride a motorcycle (or scooter) and haven't taken a Motorcycle Safety Foundation class, I can't recommended it more highly. You may not think you need it, but you do. Trust me. As they say: "You don't know what you don't know..."

--Not to be boastful, but out of 20 participants, I was the only person in the class to make a perfect score on the (very challenging) driving test. I got a little prize (a silly rubber toy) and a round of applause from the class. The humble side of me was secretly very proud of how much I had learned in such a short amount of time. The competitor in me was glad I kicked everyone's ass. :)

--Confession: Every minute I wasn't learning to ride a motorcycle or listening to the instructors tell me how to ride a motorcycle, I was watching the ass of the uber-hot Asian wrestler boy. Seriously, you should have seen that thing. Talk about distracting. I ALMOST took a picture of it to show you, but then I thought of how creepy that seemed, so I didn't. But I wanted to.

--I decided not to tell my parents that I got a motorcycle. I just don't want them worrying unnecessarily. Or, well, worrying at all. It was odd talking to them tonight on the phone, though. They were asking about my weekend and I basically had to make stuff up, like "oh, I just piddled around the house, did laundry, played with the dog..." (all of which was true, by the way). It still felt a little sneaky. I hate lying. I'm terrible at it.

--After class this evening I rode 54 miles on my bike. Even in 100+ degree temperatures with full riding gear on, it was a blast. I continue to be amazed at how people react to motorcycles; especially a bright red Ninja. They stare, they wave, they nod. Parents point me out to their kids. Kids on bicycles gave me the thumbs-up sign. One guy rolled his window down while we were sitting at a light and told me he had an 06 Sportster (a Harley). I just LOVE that.

--This motorcycle (and the motorcyclist culture) is the best thing that's happened to me in a LONG, LONG time. I'm beside myself with excitement. Who knew...