Great story and layout. You're much braver than I am! For me, the red on the layout would stand for my blood when I fell off the bike. It looks like fun for those brave and strong enough to do it.
I LOVE the title, ok, I might borrow that from you. How fun. I am Impressed you know how to drive. I am a rider and I am CHICKEN to drive. Takes a lot of strength and you have to be able to do 500 things at one time! LOL! Love it!
This LO was inspired by discussions in the forums with mrsdriver5 and CrimsonMama - thank you ladies for sparking my imagination after 5 years of letting these pics sit idle. This is the first LO I've ever done about me. It was kind of fun to do.
Here is the journaling: “Why am I doing this?” was all I could think my third day of class. It was the first time we were hopping on bikes and I was so scared. My mind was racing, “Oh that's right, I'm a fierce, independent woman who does not like being a passenger. If I don't do this, B will be off on his bike whenever the weather is nice. He'll be experiencing so much without me. If I don't do this, I'll forever be on the back of B's bike and I will never get to experience the sensation of being in control. I am not a good passenger. And besides, it will be so much fun shopping for motorcycle gear.” I had completed two nights of in-class training at Rocky Mountain Harley-Davidson in Littleton, it was time to get on the bike now. “I can do this, I can do this,” I muttered to myself. It didn't start out well, I had worn a closed-shell helmet and I couldn't hear a word my instructors Jack or Bob were saying. By lunch time I traded in my Schuberth for an H-D half-shell. I could clearly hear Jack now, “Keep your knees tucked into the tank!" he was shouting. As it turns out he wasn't referring to me, but rather to all the men in the class who were riding wide-legged. Well, I kept my knees so tightly tucked to my tank, that I had bruises up the inside of both my thighs for weeks afterward. I even had a crying spell behind the wagon they use to store the bikes in at night. One of my instructors, Bob, came up to me and said, “What will that help any?” He made me laugh, because that's something I would say to my kids, it also put me in a mind-frame to keep trying. I was so tired that first night. Day two of riding went much better, I was gaining confidence and when I rounded that track on my final test, geared down smoothly out of third, came to a complete stop and rested both feet firmly on the ground, I was so proud of myself. My new nickname was the ‘WOO HOO Girl', because when I came around the final corner, and I knew I'd nailed it, that's what I shouted. My classmates cheered because they knew how much accomplishing this meant to me. I've got a ticket to RIDE! April 15, 2007
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