I've written about this before, but oh well
I've written about this before, but oh well
Like Blind, I've already fallen off a motorcycle before. It was my Rider's Course final examination, and I was feeling pretty confident after practicing all day. I had gotten my hand movements down pretty well, I could navigate the box u-turn without putting my foot on the ground, and I could manage the swerve at speed easily. The stopping part in 2nd gear was laughably easy, so I didn't even have to worry about it.
I was the last to go in my crowd of misfits. I hopped on my trusty steed, the Eliminator 125, and proceeded to navigate the course. Always the perfectionist, I was glad when I went through the Box of Hell flawlessly, staying within the lines and keeping both feet firmly on the pegs. I flew through, turned my hips and blew past the slalom, ready to take on what I thought was the easiest part of the test. Hand on the throttle, fingers on the clutch lever, I was ready to get this damn thing over with. So I fly up to about 30mph, switch gears, looking at the cones, keeping my eye on those cones, and remembering to squeeze all four "paws"...
I remember coming to a lurch, the rest I had missed because I closed my eyes. The next thing I know, my bike was on top of my right leg and my head was ringing from hitting the pavement from my helmet. I was shocked. Embarrassing myself in front of the entire class, at the easiest part of the test! I would have to go home and hang my head in shame, while I waited for a rescheduled test.
Which I did. Which I passed.
At least, the instructor advised, it was better to have fallen here, in a big empty parking lot, under controlled circumstances, with professional instructors and EMTs nearby, than to be fallen in the real world. So there, I'm in the "already fallen off" category. Glad I got that out of the way already.