I first learned to ride a bike in the 2nd grade, and I rode one every chance I got, including being a bike commuter before it was cool, clear up and until my freshman year in college. I picked it up again in 2007 and have been a consistent rider every since.
There are WAY too many years between starting college (notice I didn’t tell anyone what year that was) and 2007. During that time there were a lot of things I did well! I was a runner
I did some River Rafting:
I was a hiker/mountain climber:
I was even a skydiver:
All these things I did pretty well! I enjoyed each and every one of them, I even tried snow and water skiing, and even went snorkeling once. I like to try new things. Especially when they are outside and exciting! So when my old College roommate and buddy Dave said “Dude. come dirt bike riding with me, I can teach you how to ride!” I was all over it!
Now I could sum up my total 2 wheel (motorized) experience pretty quickly. In college I had a yellow moped that looked a lot like this:
And, once, YEARS ago, all of us had gone camping and I rode Dave’s 50cc around some dirt roads. Not fast mind, you.
But hell, I was game, and it wasn’t my dirt bike at risk, “Sure!” said I.
Well at the beginning of the run, I at least looked like I was ready to roll:
Well, suffice it to say I had fun! But the bike did not look NEAR as good when we were done (luckily it was his wife’s bike!) I ripped off one of the mirrors, the clutch handle ended up rotate so it was bent and pointing to the sky and I am sure there were other things they found when they got it home.
At one point, Dave was leading the way on a single track, I was following pretty well behind him. Next thing I know, I am off the trail, the bike is upside down, and Dave has no idea I am not behind him! So, I get the bike upright, but there is NO way I am going to get the damn thing back on the trail alone. So I start morse code with the horn Beepbeepbeep Beeeeeeeeeeeeep Beeeeeeeeeeeep Beeeeeeeeeeeeep Beepbeepbeep! It was either SOS, or Dave, you bastard, get back here and save my butt! (In all fairness as soon as he saw I wasn’t there, he turned around and came back to me quick!)
My one claim to fame on this ride was successfully navigating this bridge! That is me on the other side trying to figure out how riding a motorcycle can be so damn tiring! And for the record the bridge was broken before I got there!
I will give Dave credit, even after my ineptitude, he took me back up another time. Sadly, yes, I did about as poorly. I will admit it was fun and at times exciting, and I saw some new scenery. Plus the beer afterwards was great! However, there is just something about being on 2 wheels when you aren’t pedalling that just seems wrong! Now I know, on a mountain bike, I could have done most of the same trails and been in much better shape!
I will stick to my Specialize Tri-Cross and pedal where I need to go, with one exception! Last year, my lovely wife Michelle and I went to Key West. This is the ONLY way to travel around that island!
As I said, a Man’s got to know his limitations! Mine seems to be disliking! However, I am considering taking a class to get my license to ride a street bike…. Lord help us all!