As always with me, there are some side stories that are way more interesting than me just telling you that I have a motorcycle license. In order to get my license I had to take a motorcycle safety course. The one I took was at Moody AFB - me and 11 other military GUYS. Should have known this was going to be very interesting. I refer to it now as the "class from Hell". One particular maneuver involved weaving our bikes through some cones. Needless to say I was having some difficulty and the instructor (Did I mention he was an officer in the Air Force?) pulled me over to the side and said "What's wrong?" I told him that I just could not do it and I was so frustrated I wanted to cry. I literally was on the verge of tears. He shouted "CRY". Just about the time a tear rolled down my cheek, he said "That's enough! Now get back out there on that course!" And guess what? I did just as he said. It didn't get any better but I survived. I can laugh now but it wasn't funny then. The next day he had us doing figure eights - yes, all 12 of us doing one figure eight together.
I passed the course. I got my license. I got my bike - a pretty red and black Yamaha VStar 650.
Told you it was pretty!
(I rode it to church one Sunday.)
I rode for about a year and a half and then decided that I really did enjoy riding on Charlie's bike with him - so much more relaxing for me and I actually think he enjoys having me back there.This blog was almost titled "Leather, Lace and Southern Grace". I guess it would have gotten some interesting conversations but we voted and "Lace and Southern Grace" won out. More adventures on some of our rides to come later.
I don't remember that story! Poor thing. :(
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