The one where I really ride

Yesterday I was overly ambitious. I felt really crummy on Thursday, better yesterday but not perfect. My plan was to do laundry and rest. However, Aunt J really needed someone to drive her to her doctor's appointment. So I took her and I was glad to be there for her. When I went home, I thought I'd stop off at the DMV and pick up the Driver's handbook. I already had the Motorcycle handbook but I knew that to get my permit I would need to take the driver's test (half of it at least) as well.

When I got there, it was empty. Almost anyway. Those furlough Fridays confused people for so long that no one thinks it's open on Fridays at all! Of course, while I was there, figured I'd just take the test. So I did and I passed. I got my picture taken (and I rather wish I hadn't) and got my permit.

When I got home, I rode the bike around the compound, down the road. Put on a mile or two. When Working Man got home, I nearly attacked him. He didn't even get to change before he conceded to ride with me and ride we did. On the road. I had a ton of fun. I never got scared, I was nervous, but I wasn't terrified like I thought I might be. I still have to learn how to trust the lean on the bike a little more.

We put six or seven miles on the bikes together. I'm genuinely looking forward to riding again. Just short distances and in non-congested areas for now. When I take my safety course I'll be more comfortable with cars and such but for now, it's enough to ride on our two lane back roads.

FFR