Originally posted September 9, 2012
Today I had my first solo outing. Wilson had to work on the Stolberg house out back, but I had already promised several people we’d be at their church service. I thought I’d walk, but Wilson insisted I take his moto. I’ve been practicing with him on the back, but I’ve never gone somewhere alone. Starting is always the hardest for me but I did it flawlessly. I shifted in all the right places during that 1 mile trek. I had only one turn to navigate once out of the COTP gates and I took it like a champ. I even remembered to hold the clutch when I braked at my destination so that I stopped with purpose, rather than stalling out. Almost everyone was still outside when I pulled up and since I am the only “blan” attender at this particular church, more than a few pairs of eyes were looking in my direction. I didn’t particularly mind because I had arrived victorious! With pride swelling in my chest, I dismounted. And then the motorcycle fell over. Fail!