First Ride...Legally...

Ok so I know what you're all thinking...You can't call every entry "my first ride"...I mean how many first rides can you have?

You're right. Although I thought it fitting to call it my first legal ride for the simple fact that I got my permit the other day...I know, my bad for not posting right away, but can you blame me, I was excited to go ride.

I got my permit, which by the way has some of the most ridiculous questions on it...what does a sign that says "no passing" mean? I forgot to study. Oh well, good thing you can miss a few questions. I passed and after battling not one but two license bureau locations, I got my permit...and I get to have a photo of me in a tie for a year because I went after work. Jax Teller would wear a tie right. Maybe Bobby Elvis. Ok enough referrences...let's get down to it.

I got the bike all gassed up and ready to roll and started on my way. Appropriately I thought, I would ride to F&S Harley Davidson...only about 15 minutes away by truck...half hour by bike. I took it nice and slow, reached about 40 miles per hour, which as I understand is it is a sort of glass ceiling for new riders and is rather hard to break when it comes to comfort at first.

So, I take the back way, it's either that or interstate 75 which is dangerous in a big truck, let alone on a Sporty. There were plenty of curves and stop signs and other interesting opportuinities to practice, and I'm proud to say that during my entire ride, I never stalled the engine or killed it! That's an accomplishment, lest we remember our first time driving a standard shift kids? That wasn't nearly as pretty some ten years ago...

I made it to F&S with no issues, other than holding in the turn signals is a bear when you're still learning the best way to twist the grips...a minor issue though and workable. At least I don't have to make embarrassing hand gestures to let people know I'm turning... One problem. F&S was closed. Oh well, that wasn't the point, the point was to get out and ride. Which I loved.

The jitters have begun to work their way out, and I'm starting to get a feel for things. I'm sure before too long, I'll be hearing things and getting paranoid about parts that might need replaced, the burdon of the gear head.,

I made it back safely, Sarah was pleased to see that. Great trip! One more mile in my journey!