We’re just a bad-ass motorcycle gang now

July 3, 2011 at 10:36 am (Day to Day, Motorcycle News, Wasting Study Time Posts) (, , , , , , , )

Well, HALF of us are. The other half (me) would be classified more as “lame-ass”. The BF’s bike is on the top. Mine is on the bottom. The BF’s is twice as big and weighs tons more. You can probably tell from the pics that my bike is significantly smaller. But that still didn’t stop my pathetic, “weak-ass” self from dropping it in the driveway yesterday afternoon. So sad. For me.

Don’t get all crazy or worried or call me. I am fine. It was not all that dramatic. I tried to get it off its stand and when I was finally able to rock it to the ground, the stupid thing started tipping over and I was not strong enough to hold it up or prevent it from falling all the way down. Luckily the side bags we put on it and my leg broke its fall. Yes, the leg with the broken foot. It only laid on it for a quick second. No extra damage, but I don’t think I am going to get fixed anytime soon. I keep doing really dumb things to make it worse.

Now in my defense, I had just worked out. Like, weights and cardio and crap, and I was sore and already in a weakened state. My muscles were unable to move fast or effectively. Obviously. And for some “dumb-ass” reason I tried to get it off its stand by standing next to it. Brilliant. I should have been sitting on it. That’s how I did it before. I guess it’s kind of funny now, especially since no one was hurt, it wasn’t on the street while riding, and the bike is totally fine. However…that still didn’t stop me from crying like a huge, big, giant, girl, baby. I felt stupid and weak and scared and  frustrated, I guess, and I wasn’t even going to say anything. But I have to, because if you can’t laugh at yourself or admit you made a mistake you will never get past it and other people will dog you just the same. So, it was a stupid thing to happen and now I know what NOT to do, and they tell me everyone drops their bike at one point or another and maybe my turn is over now.

I did get on anyway, even though I stomped around angry and weepy for a little bit, and we drove around for an hour or so. Fall down. Get up. Conquer the fear. Blah blah blah. Inspirational quotes and words lose their impact when you feel like an idiot. But luckily I have an awesome boyfriend and a head that is only mostly made of rocks. Some stuff still trickles through! Thank you and I love you.

See you all on the road! I’ll give you a little hand wave. From my car.

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We interrupt this program

July 3, 2011 at 9:20 am (Day to Day, Motorcycle News, Wasting Study Time Posts, Weather) (, , , , , , , , )

Due to weather and my inability to not help people when they need it. It’s annoying to be sure. But hey, karma right? And what did I really lose anyway? A so-so buzz, computer access, TV watching, laundry folding and the brain numbing joy of sitting on my couch or on my back patio staring at that big white wall.

More heavy storms rolled in again on the first, and that 100 degree weather the news people were predicting finally made it over here yesterday. It was nap-inducingly hot. But I stayed cool with my motorcycle riding. Finally. The BF got a new bike and he’s making me go out so I can get “practice” and be “more comfortable”. I have to say, it’s fun, but stressful. I’m pretty nervous with traffic and I need to work on my stop-start skills. I need to be faster off the line so I don’t get squashed.

And is it just me, or does there seem to be a news story everyday of some poor slob getting killed on his/her motorcycle by a truck?? I wear a helmet but I’m not sure I will fair any better just because my brain isn’t physically all over the street. The word is you don’t think about the bad stuff. Pay attention and don’t do anything stupid. It’s seriously like learning how to drive all over. I need to re-train myself on how to “see” the road. I think I am taking today off.

Plus, two of my schoolmates took their big test and passed! So happy for them. A little bit jealous. A little bit scared. A little bit guilty and anxious. We all want to pass. So I really should be studying. How often do I type those exact words in one of these rambles? I should get paid for it and I would be rich.

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