I HATED my first ride.
I’m so crushed. I hate riding…. well…. I hate riding in the rain to be specific.
On the 3rd day we did counter-steering. They way it was described and when they did an example, it was over exaggerated and I just couldn’t wrap it around my head. So I had difficulty with it all class. I left class 3 frustrated yet again.
Day 4 our last class. I finally got the counter steering. I watched video’s on youtube and I understood it. I practiced 4 times, then got it down. I jumped on 4 different bikes and finally settled on the one I liked on the 3rd day. A “blue” (Trevor called it purple, it’s blue) Kawasaki sport bike. It was my fav. So I drove around and began to practice my circles, serpentines and slow maneuvers. For some reason I can do a serpentine down the hill, but going back up I psych myself out and weave all over the place. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with my mind.
We went on our first ride out of the parking lot today and I absolutely hated it. If I never jump on another bike again, I don’t even care cuz I hated it so much. I’m so crushed and very, very upset.
When we first left it was a little chilly. It had been raining all day and it was drizzling a little bit today as we drove around and practiced more. I had on a tiny 1/2 sleeved low shirt with my thin leather jacket. I was cold when I got there, but I was stupid and didn’t bring a sweater along because my mind was occupied with all the meetings I had at work today.
I looked around my van for a sweater or extra shirt, but no such luck. So I tried to button up as far as I could go, but it was low. So basically if it was +25C it would have been ok, but I’m sure it was only +10 and it was windy. I was so nervous of going out. I didn’t feel I was ready. Thankfully, the instructor put me 3rd in line so I would be following him. I was so glad cuz I can mimic very well. Whatever he did, I did.
We went out and before we left the parking lot I got cold. I HATE being cold. We drove out further and I got colder. We went faster and I got even colder. I began to shake and my teeth began to rattle and clatter about 6 minutes in. As we went on faster roads it began to rain…. and not just rain a few drops, I’m talking about a nice little rain storm. So now I’m cold, shaking, my teeth are clattering, I can barely keep the bike straight cuz my hands are numb, my legs are numb, the wind is sweeping down my chest and front. My lips were cold I could barely move them. The cars passing us are spraying water in our paths and the big trucks are splashing water all over as they passed. I started losing focus because I was so cold.
I had a hard time keeping the bike straight because I was shaking so bad. I started to lose my balance a little. I began to talk to myself telling myself that I could keep going and not stop. My legs gripped the sides of the bike and I tried to snuggle into the seat because it was warm. I fixated on the instructors tail light and never took my eyes off him. I just kept telling myself over and over that I could make it and to keep going. I was so cold. My body was shaking so violently I was so cold. I HATE being cold. My jeans were soaked, my helmet kept fogging up, so I tipped up the visor up, the rain came pelting in my face and it stung like little mosquitoes. I tipped it down and the rain drops were sliding down in front reducing my visibility. Now I’m a psycho and I hate having even the littlest amount of rain on my car windshield. I was pissed that it was on my visor and I could hardly see. Every time we stopped at a light I tried to wipe the rain drops off and clear it off. It sucked. I hated every moment. We were out for 40 agonizing minutes.
Seriously, I don’t even want to take my test and get my license. If I don’t ever ride a motorcycle again, I could careless. I hated it that much. I hated the bumps. I hated the freezing cold. I hated the freezing wind. No part of it was enjoyable. When we got back we had to tell what was the highlight. They came to me and I was at a loss. Everyone was raving about something or another. I hated every bit of it. So I just said, “arriving back in the parking lot safe and sound and having the instructor in front of me so he could lead me back.” I just hated it. HATED IT!
When it was nice out and the sun shining, I loved riding in the parking lot. This riding in the rain blows goats and sucks rotten eggs.
Ryan said I should just get my license anyway, but I don’t even care now. I’m so stressed out by this and this is turning into torture cuz I’m not getting everything perfect. My stress levels have increased so much and I don’t handle stress very well. I just feel like crying, but I am too stressed out and frustrated. I’m so, so, so upset. I’ve wanted this so badly and I’m just crushed that I hate it so much. I was so tense and so stressed during the first ride I couldn’t even enjoy it cuz I was so damn cold. My shoulders ache, my arms ache and my neck aches from tensing up so much while on the ride from hell.
*sigh* This sucks.
