Well, least I did it....
I have so much more respect for motorcyclist (least the ones who actually ride safe). This whole weekend was dedicated to completing the U of I motorcycle course and learning new skills. Unfortunately, I didn't pass the riding portion b/c I totally f***ed up on my u-turn. Was great at it during practice and *boom* test time, and I fail. WHAT?! Oh well. I also realized, I make a much better passenger than a rider. Its a shame but I do enjoy riding with someone rather than doing it myself. My thoughts when I ride are as follows..... "This is great! Wind in my face! Only going 20mph! yay!!! Oh, wait is that a car?!!? Gawd, I hope they don't hit me. I'm scared. How do people do this!? It's so frightening!!" Naturally, I always fear for Tyler when he takes his bike to work. It's not that I don't trust him to be safe, it's everyone else. All the drivers on their phones, or daydreaming, or distracted by their kids. All of those peopl...