Okay, so I bought a motorbike. A new motorbike in fact and to clarify, I bought the bike I always wanted but never knew I needed a safety course to ride :-)
- The thought of hopping on a bike makes you poop a bit
- You dropped your bike an hour after buying it
- You’re a dood that wears pink, man-capris or flip-flops (hint: take the bike back! You’re way out of your league… think scooter or moped for that snazzy ass… ohh and a scarf)
Rewinding back to my early years as a driver, and pretty much every subsequent year since, I’ve come across many a gaggle of motorcycle training students, painted head to toe in bulbus white head gear and seasonally-fashionable orange safety vests that scream road construction! On many an occasion, I’ve taken a few moments to laugh, point, snicker or otherwise make fun of their attire, tight groupings and airshow-like formations with anyone within an earshot of me… all the while, not respecting how difficult it is to not only operate a motorbike, but also the lack of protection from transit elements that bikers face (come on… who really wants to be hit by a dump truck in the dead of winter period, let alone on a powered bicycle without a steel cage and airbags for god’s sake???)
Fast forward back to present day… where I (sigh) find myself taking this same motorcycle safety course (yes, one or more of the above applies to me) that the younger, slightly less respectful and certainly more ignorant version of myself ridiculed. My two instructors are both seasoned vets having trained motorcycle cops for over 30 years a piece so I felt pretty confident moving forward knowing I was in good hands.
We’ve had 5 classes in a span of 7 days thus far, and I have to say I am pretty jacked about it. I am definitely in the top of my class, feel way more comfortable than when I started and have shed a tremendous amount of the anxiety that I felt going in.
Need proof? Have a gander:
I wouldn’t mock students when and if you come across them. Training is temporary and you never know what lil ‘ol machine they may own one once the visually stunning-attired learning experience is over.
Oh, and on that note, you may be asking what kind of bike did this geek buy? Its a 2005 Kawasaki Ninja ZX6r. I gots no problem with you laughing at my safety vest… I won’t be focused on those petty things that rapidly disappear behind me.
Oooooh, gave myself chills there!
Jug
P.S. My bike has only been displayed here to illustrate my point… don’t judge a book by its cover, or better yet a person by his vest. Life has a sense of irony.
