For Novice Motorcyclists who find Themselves Suddenly Riding with Experts.
Zip up your pockets. I lost 2 credit cards on Route 1 just before Half Moon Bay not even 45 minutes into my trip Sunday. I’d used one to buy gas and forgot to zip my pocket. I couldn’t figure out at first, what the hell was fluttering against me then dropping onto the highway. I know I know, I’ve been told at least once or twice by motorcycling friends I need to do this, but maybe now I’ll remember.
And don’t go looking to steal my cards. They’re already cancelled.
I’m not sure what Guillermo thought I meant when I told him before taking this trip, “I’m a new driver, I wanted to drive slowly on this trip. I don’t think my bike can do more than fiftyfivesixty. “ But already by the time we were five miles from his house in Santa Cruz, he’s got me pushing my own boundaries. Turns out my bike will do 60, easy. In fact, it will do nearly 70. On a straightaway.
After my first stretch at sixtyfiveseventy, I thought, “Well, that’s great, that’s the worst it can get. It will be cake from here on out.” That was until I later found myself driving in the dark, blinded by oncoming headlights going around hairpin curves on the PCH. “Ok” I thought again, when we finally turned into our campsite not long before midnight, “That’s it, that was the worst of it. It will be cake from here on out.” Then we woke to fog. Fog and winding roads not visible for more than 20 feet in front of me. Then later it was gravel roads (up and down wrong driveways with barking dogs and little space to turn around) which, I didn’t even know the M-Bike could handle. Guillermo later said to me, “Ah, you might want to get your suspension re-done, it looks kind of shot like you were bumping around a lot.” And he wonders why my ass gets so sore? I’ve stopped waiting for my cake. We still haven’t had rain….